Fem on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Who I Am

Thu, 26 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000

1 - My first kiss

I lean my chin on my hand as I look out of the cafe window. Thinking back about the past year. Maybe I should give my dad a call? Visit him? See if he’s still an asshole? Meh… That doesn’t need checking, he’ll never change.

Almost a year has passed since he kicked me out of the house. When he found the one skirt I owned back then he called me a crossdressing homo and told me I wasn’t his son anymore. That came as quite a shock at first. In the following fight he kicked me out of the house. For 3 days I was homeless with nowhere to go. Fortunately I have since been able to find a place to stay. I’m renting some guys’ basement apartment. Nobody came looking for me either so I guess I got a fresh start at life.

Sliding Down the Slippery Shiny Slope

Mon, 31 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Max stood contemplating the poster for the local nightclub. He’d walked past it for a few weeks now, and it kept catching his eye. A very sexy girl was pictured, dressed in shiny Adidas shorts and a matching crop top, and gyrating to some techno. The advert was for a sportswear themed night every Tuesday, and Max was keen on sportswear. In fact, to be honest, it was more than that: shiny sportswear was a bit of a turn-on for him. He wasn’t sure why, but the feel and look of shiny shorts had become an obsession, a secret fetish. That’s why he had finally ground to a halt in front of the poster. He’d been trying to resist but he just had to go. He liked clubbing anyway, and here was a chance to wear shiny shorts in public, surrounded by others, with nobody any the wiser about his secret. He took one last look at the girl on the poster and resolved to go the next week.

Getting Him Off in a New Way

Sun, 23 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Some things that really happened to us, mixed in with a few things that could have happened; so there is some fiction here…

…There had been a motorcycle accident a bit after we were first married, it wasn’t his fault; a teenager had run a stop sign right into the path of his little motorcycle. She wasn’t going fast, he wasn’t going fast either, which was good as he likely would have been left much more seriously injured had that been the case. I wasn’t with him that day, although one of our friends was out with him on his own bike as I was out shopping for clothes with our very good friend Ken. It would of course make for a much better irony in an erotic story if Ken and I were sneaking out and doing “it” someplace, at the exact moment of impact, but we were just two friends out innocently clothes shopping together that particular day.

Be Careful What You Wish For

Sat, 25 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000

“Be Careful What You Wish For” series, not all fantasies should become reality (erotic, chastity, or even tg, not sure where this one belongs)

“…So let me get this straight, you’d like to lock your cock away in a tiny device, maybe dress up like my maid, and have me cheat on you too? You’re seriously messed up; you know that Gary?” my wife Jessica’s soft sexy voice chides. Her words were soft and understanding though, delivered with a smile, so not near as harsh as her verbiage alone might suggest. She also knows I’m a kinky soul, I’ve hardly made a secret of it; and as we’ve aged and sex is a bit less frequent for us, my kink level has actually gone up. Truth be told I’ve also rubbed off on her in this regard over the years; that’s no secret either.

Night in Town

Sun, 19 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000

In the dimly lit living room of her luxurious country mansion, Mistress Cassandra holds court upon her decadent wooden throne. The room is cloaked in an alluring darkness, with flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows upon the walls, creating an atmosphere of mystique and eroticism.

Dressed in a mesmerizing ensemble, Mistress Cassandra embodies the essence of a latex dominatrix. Her figure is clad in a tight-fitting black rubber corset, emphasizing her hourglass figure. The glossy latex material accentuates the contours of her body, enough to send shivers of anticipation through anyone fortunate enough to gaze upon her. Her rubber corset’s laces, expertly tightened, accentuate her slender waist, emphasizing her feminine power.

Trusting Cross Dresser

Sun, 29 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000

You know what it’s like, I’m sure. You want something so badly, that you check your common sense at the door and dive in head first. The thrill, the excitement, it’s finally happening, what you’ve dreamed of for so long. To finally scratch that itch, to fulfil that part of you that you’ve hidden away and buried for some long. Finally, after many false starts, lots of guilt, I start my search again. In search of a playmate, someone that doesn’t mind me dressing up a little. I’m not convincing never will be, but I’m smooth where it counts and I just so badly want to have some fun.

Halloween Magic

Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000

“…Tell me everything," I commanded my present boyfriend. He came home perhaps a little later than I had anticipated, likely telling me he had a far better time than he might like to admit to, or at the very least a more exciting one. This one actually had potential, unlike the last very serious boyfriend who actually thought he could somehow “own” me; nobody owns me! Finding the limits of that potential had a certain element of risk though, but I was willing to allow him to assume that risk to see if he was truly my version of “trainable,” and therefore by extension “keepable” in the long term, as in ‘potential husband material’. I know this might sound harsh, but I finally knew what I wanted in a life partner now, and this man had many of those hard to find attributes. I personally brought a lot to the table myself - all humility aside - but I also expected a lot, as in a high degree of loyalty, and open mindedness to what could become a very non-traditional union a few years down the proverbial road.

CLICK

Sat, 07 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: It came in a luxury velvet box

“Don’t just be a good sissy! Be THE Perfect Sissy!

The NEW EXCLUSIVE cage design of the VIOLET™ 2.0 ensures permalocking, ensuring full and complete control by your dominant, linked to fingerprinting technology on their mobile phone, so they are the only ones capable of unlocking. SAY GOODBYE TO OLD-FASHIONED, CHEATABLE, CHEAP KEYS.

Each VIOLET™ 2.0 has a UNIQUE control chip with military-grade cryptographic capacity, ensuring it CANNOT BE HACKED, SHORT CIRCUITED OPEN or TRICKED OUT OF LOCK by clever horny gurls. You know who you are! Also, the rubber-like texture of the cage can be fine-tuned by the app to calibrate the built in dampening mechanisms, ensuring shocks and vibrations, even from the strongest toys against the clit, are completely useless.

It All Started With The Package

Tue, 27 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000

It was a Friday and the delivery person dropped off a package at the front door, from one of those foreign online order places. Got the box and took it inside. When I took the box inside I got a text message on my phone that read, “I have hacked your bank accounts and identity, as you may notice the package you have in your possession right now was ordered using your credentials that I have created for you. In order to keep your accounts and identity from being exposed and your life into ruins, you need to do exactly as instructed… more to come”.

A Sister's Support

Sun, 18 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000

CHAPTER 8

❤SISSYCon: EMBRACING YOUR TRUE COLORS

A few days later, the warm water cascaded over Ash’s hands as he diligently scrubbed the last of the breakfast plates, his mind drifting aimlessly. The rhythmic sound of water and soap provided a soothing backdrop to his thoughts, offering a momentary respite.

As he finished the last dish, the clinking of plates subsided, replaced by a sense of satisfaction at the tidy kitchen. He wiped his hands on a nearby towel, turning towards the living room where the inviting glow of the television awaited him.

A Sister's Support

Sat, 08 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000

CHAPTER 1

THE VANDERDIKES

Cynthya Vanderdike had a good life. She went to a nice college with friends who loved her. Her wardrobe contained all the expensive clothes she could buy with her daddy´s credit card. She was beautiful and took pride in it. Girls were jealous of her, and boys lusted her. She lived a spoiled, privileged life, and loved it. She was Cynthya Vanderdike.

Her existence was beautiful. All in it, but one thing. Her nasty, mean, piece of shit brother. They say twins usually get along and can understand each other very well. This was not the case. Her brother, Ash, had been a pain in Cynthya´s ass since she could remember. He had not been popular in high school, and considered that Cynthya had an easy life just because she was a beauty. His remorse made him take revenge at home, teasing Cynthya at any chance he had, breaking her dolls, spreading fake rumors about her to ruin her social life, and treating her like she was a stupid bimbo.

Playing Maid

Sat, 16 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Part 5: Party Time

…The following day Alice was returned to us with a glowing report and just a little worse for the wear, my hairdresser friend and her husband most appreciative of her efforts, and of course my own charity in lending her out for a good cause. That was her first time out of the house while dressed in her new female Alice persona, and it probably should have occurred to me what a big step this actually was for her, if of course my empathy for her wasn’t so low. This was a friendly audience for her though, I told myself soothingly, and her chores familiar ones, although in a new and unfamiliar place. Get used to it sister! I thought cynically in my mind.

Ken's Birthday Gift Revisited

Wed, 02 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

…The bike ride home was uneventful, except that I could feel the tension building within me every mile closer we got towards the town we all grew up in. My happy place was almost certainly someplace else one day, but where? I wanted a life with my boyfriend turned one day into my husband, but this happy go lucky riding on the back of Ken’s Milwaukee vibrator-life was fun too. Away from home, away from that environment, no real responsibilities; did I really have to go back?

Her Again

Mon, 12 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Alone again today, the desire has been approaching a familiar precipice. As far back as I can remember I have been overwhelmingly attracted to everything feminine. The girls in Catholic school with starched white blouses, the way the fabric of their dark blue uniforms made subtle noises as they moved. I wanted that for me. Today as I contemplate being Laurie for the day I drift off into the reasons and the results of the lifelong desire to approach being feminine.

A New Spin on Role-Playing Games

Sun, 14 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3

I woke up a bit sore and slightly confused about where I was. I realized I was in my apartment, still dressed in part of my outfit from the LARP earlier. The dried cum all over my face, neck, arms, ass and crotch were a testament to just how wild things had gotten.

I started getting aroused when I remembered that I was the ‘prize’ for the winner. My winner was going to be over in less than an hour, so I needed to get ready. I decided to soak in the tub to see if that would let some of the soreness ease. Especially the soreness in my mouth and ass.

Business or Pleasure?

Tue, 29 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000

1.

It started one day when Ms Brand asked Josephine if she knew any French. Now, months later, in the car to the airport, Josephine was more excited than anything. “Stop fidgeting and be calm,” is all Ms Brand said distractedly as she focused on her phone, sending a last message to some company called Chasseur Maroquinerie.

“How much French did you manage to learn, Josephine?”

“Uh, a little, Ms Brand. I can read more than I speak. It was harder than I thought.”

Superbowl Sex Slave

Thu, 15 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000

“Honey, I’m home!” I yelled, pulling my suitcase into the foyer behind me.

I’d just spent the better part of today, or was it yesterday, flying back from Taipei on a business trip. Taipei to Hawaii, Hawaii to Los Angeles, LA to New York. I had finished days earlier than I thought I would. While Taipei was nice, I had been there numerous times before. And I had gotten just so homesick! So I was lucky enough to find a seat on a flight home, so I came home unannounced, to surprise my husband, Christopher.

Dystopia

Sun, 14 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000

…If I had said this once, I’d said it a thousand times, and as such I was losing my patience with him. It wasn’t his fault, none of this was, but it wasn’t mine either. His voice had even taken on a whiny high-pitched tone as of late, although when he had caught himself doing so he artificially lowered his voice; like a little boy trying to sound like a man, so as to be taken more seriously.

Playing Maid

Sat, 12 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Part 4: A Fresh Start

…Jim never got to three, our newly committed and panty wearing maid running off towards the house in a most feminine way - likely because of the cold dewy grass on her bare feet - apparently to do Jim’s bidding. I think the back to back shocks were just too much for my former husband, and the threat of Jim’s belt like a necessary slap in the face to refocus her; drive her towards the only proper action for her now.

The Thrift Store

Tue, 11 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000

The Thrift Store

Part 1

I’m building up the nerve to try to take some new pics tonight for my favorite crossdressing chat room and I want to look sexy. Wearing my stretch lycra pink panties under my regular men’s clothes, I decided to head off to the thrift store to look for a new dress. It’s usually empty in there and the counter guy is usually oblivious to what his patrons are buying there anyway, at least in my experiences there.

The Sissy Facility

Sat, 08 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Another morning that the two dressers barge in. Large muscular chaps doing their work, one cell at a time. They are casually dressed, t-shirt and jeans, and stone-faced professional. As they approach, they don’t interact or even look at the prisoner. They just loudly barge in and prepare another slave for their day of hell. Of course, they didn’t wake him; he never really slept that deeply.. Not locked to the posture rack overnight every night.

Cross My Heart

Sat, 20 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Cross My Heart - Part 1

Chapter 1 - And Hope to Die

“I’m just saying it would be nice to play around like that once in a while,” I said. “I don’t think I’m asking for a lot.”

Robyn smiled back at me, but with a hint of irritation. “So this isn’t feminine enough for you? I have to go the whole movie star sex vamp route?” She gestured, waving both hands at her figure like a game show hostess modeling an expensive prize. Damn she’d look good as a game show hostess. Robyn was tall and lean, just a hair short of my own five-eleven. Her runner’s body was toned without being hard or angular, unlike mine, which seemed to be all elbows and knees, angles and knots.

Collections

Fri, 29 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000

…October thirty first, Halloween, a pagan holiday ironically enough, and here I am doing collections again, in the damn suburbs, but for the evil dark one himself this time. Ten years for one of us is usually nothing but the blink of an eye, but for you mortals it seems like forever, REALLY? At least this one is highly, highly attractive, dare I even say hot, although I know in hell that can be an overused term. And, her whiny bitch of a “husband,” the one that struck the original deal with the dark one in the first place; he’s so deserving of his fate.

The Sissymaid Games

Wed, 04 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Our three sissymaids Kelly, Debbie and Polly await the announcement of the last place sissymaid and the winner. They stand on the stage slightly shaking from fear of disappointing their Mistresses.

Each sissymaid is paraded one last time on stage as they are led by leashes and they are humiliated again by lifting up their petticoats to reveal their pretty pink sissy panties to the crowd.

The last place humiliation goes to sissymaid Debbie and her Mistress Jessika Pegg. Debbie is frantic and is begging forgiveness from her Mistress.

Fembug

Fri, 04 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000

…“Is there nothing you can do?” I remember asking my doctor, my softer and higher voice even sounding desperate to me, just as it likely did to her I’m sure. I had been on safari when the little tick-like bug had initially bitten me, that little monster tiny, barely a millimeter in length, before of course it had gorged itself on my blood. It’s little pink body - yes, the thing was actually pink, proving once and for all that nature does in fact have a sense of humor - then expanded, much like a North American tick does. This wasn’t some perverse version of Lymes Disease though, easily treated with a host of antibiotics if caught early.

Pink Year Two

Mon, 15 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000

She has yearned for Months!

A VALENTINE PINK-GASM

FOR MY TRANS - LOVER

I’ll have HER DREAM BE TRUE for OUR SPECIAL DAY!

She had already laid out the Hot Pink, flared mini-skirt, a silky pink blouse, I demanded that she get into this slut-girl outfit since that’s what I desire. Her lovely breasts are cupped in a pink Playtex Secrets bra. A leather corset, of course in deeper pink. Nylons, gartered with pink ribbons, stretch lace pink panties topped by pretty tap pants. One of the prizes of our PINK COLLECTION is a pair of 6" ‘come fuck me’ pink patent high-heel pointed toe pumps with a 1" wide ankle strap. The white leather locking shoe cuffs come next, a strap goes under the shoe arch, and then around her ankle. Once locked on, only I have that key, it’s impossible for her to remove her pumps. She’s mine now, trapped! OH YES! Now the pink corset is drawn in even more, the laces pulled ever so tightly, her tiny waist takes shape, accentuating her now so desired feminine form.

Andy and the Priceless Object

Sun, 31 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Andy woke as he felt the plane making its descent. As he looked out the window the clouds turned into a clear late afternoon sky. There was a little turbulence as the small jet lowered its landing gear. He didn’t mind plane travel but it was the landings that made him uneasy. It always felt like the plane was going too steep and was going to crash. The wheels hit the runway and there was a slight bounce. Andy’s carefully manicured and polished nails dug into the armrests.

Sissy Chronicles

Wed, 27 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000

2.1: Sissification

Chapter Two

On the morning after Eve Bartley informed Nathan he would undergo sissy training, she let him sleep late.

Beauty rest needed for the first day of training.

It was a pleasant spring day in the middle-class suburb where Eve lived with her husband, Dick. In the bedroom where Nathan slept peacefully, Mrs. Bartley had arranged a vase of lilacs and laid out a pretty outfit for him.

House Punishment

Mon, 18 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 3

“Thank you, I know I need a firm hand these days, I can be such a sissy bitch. You called this the ‘whole story’, but truth be told, this wild one way trip was only beginning…

“Well anyway, breakfast goes as you might expect; I’m already used to serving them, and wearing my costume of femininity for Derrick while doing so too. If it doesn’t feel natural, it at least feels more natural than it did the first day, the precedent set and all of that. If Derrick’s so confident in his masculinity though, why demote and degrade me so in his presence, dress me in submissive feminine attire? It’s an odd question, but one that gnaws at my intellect now that I have the time to think, instead of reflexively reacting to Derrick’s veiled threats. Perhaps this is as Beth had said herself the night before, for my benefit, so that I can have the proper submissive frame of mind going forward.

House Punishment

Mon, 18 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 4

“I looked out over the city at night, the view from Derrick’s gifted top floor apartment stunning, and I then wonder what Beth and he are doing at this very moment. I’m sure their plane has landed by now, and they’re likely even on the ship and in their stateroom by now as well. Are they having a good laugh at my expense? Or, is their conversation a more serious one, as in, is there a life altering question being asked at this very second?”

House Punishment

Mon, 18 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

…A night of drinking with a distraught coworker leads to a sleepover, and a tearful confession of sorts that rocked my world. I felt compelled to share it - with his permission of course - as long as some of the names and places were changed for obvious reasons…

“So, my first question, James, is how do I actually tell this story?”

“I would think you would have to start at the beginning, and of course make it clear that I was foolish, and deserving of at least some of what I received. I think I came to accept it as the price one pays for failure, as a husband, and even as a man. I think in a way it even helped make me who I am today, bring out the real me, so to speak, both good and bad. I’m fairly certain that they weren’t thinking in any altruistic terms when they started down this road with me though, but your readers will have to decide that for themselves.”

A New Spin on Role-Playing Games

Sun, 03 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

The next LARP event came by and I was more than ready! I was so horny and worked up I could hardly believe it. The last session had been such an amazing time and this one promised to be more of the same, and then added twist of me being the prize for one of the guys was just well, scary, but also a bit of fantasy come true!

Furrious Mistake

Fri, 01 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Derrick the wolf thought he was being clever sneaking into the maid’s room at the hotel thinking he could have some fun with the robot maids. However when he entered the room none of them were in there, it seemed as if they were all busy doing their tasks for the day. Sighing he looked around perhaps it wouldn’t be a total loss if he could find some panties or something. Disappointed when he opened the clothing cupboard only to find it empty. Turning around he almost tripped on the bin knocking it over. A Maid’s control collar rolled out looking a little beaten up but still in one piece. Tilting his head he picked it up tidying the bin up so as to not leave evidence he was here before taking the collar and slipping out of the room.

Tricked and Treated by a Goddess

Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000

“Honey, I think turnabout is fair play and I want to up the ante,” says Grace as she lies in bed next to Steve just finishing a blowjob. Grace was Chinese from birth but adopted at a young age by an American family. She had very normal features of a Chinese born female: dark hair, slender frame, moderately attractive face, small breasts, and little butt to go with her average height. Grace has been sexually frustrated for nearly a year after Steve tricked her into chastity last Halloween and raffled off the key at her company party. She was less than a week away from getting it back but her boss was looking for another prize. She gave Grace an idea to get back at Steve but also earn a promotion.

Satin Dreams

Sat, 10 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Jake, a single 35 year old straight male, has finally found, and got the password to, the dark underground mail-order bride system called Satin Dreams. Jake is a successful businessman, has made millions over the years and now he wants to buy an online bride. Going through the secret online bride catalog he sees Akira, a very pretty japanese woman with mysterious eyes. She is not cheap but he can afford her, so he buys his mail order bride Akira.

Sissy Maid and her Master

Thu, 16 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

As I lay in my cage I think about escape. I am still not sure where I am. If I’m in another country or still in the same neighborhood? Maybe if I can get out of this house and I can find someone with a phone? Then my Master appears. “Inspection time” he says.

I get in the proper sitting stance, sitting on my heels with my legs spread and my paws raised like a pet. My Master lifts my petticoats and then gets a good view of my clitty and chastity device. I feel so embarrassed, then his hand cups my sissy balls. My clitty begins to stir as this is the first time my sissy balls have been touched. He says “your sissy balls are full!” “When was the last time you had a full orgasm?”

The Island of Kink

Sun, 22 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000

My girlfriend Kelly and myself have been active in the bondage lifestyle and are always looking for a new kinky adventure. We found the ad that mentions a 3 week stay at a private island where everyone’s fantasies become reality. Kelly is 38, a fit blonde standing at 5 foot 5 inches, I myself am 30 years old, and also fit with a modest 6.5 inch cock.

We will both engage in separate bondage fantasies, so we won’t see each other until the final days where there will be a special party with a surprise event. We both have specific fantasies but we have many limits. Mine is to become submissive to a woman and forced to pleasure her.

The Ice Queen

Wed, 04 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000

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Charles becomes Charlene as she joins the Ice Queen’s harem.

A wimpy young man finds his place in life when he is invited to go on Spring Break with the Ice Queen. This is a gay / trans story involving Female domination, Female-male sex, male-male sex, and male-Female oral sex.

The Red Velvet Room

Wed, 04 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Coated head to toe in black, slick, skintight latex, adorned with a waist corset and a strappy leather harness. My large, round breasts are bulging out, causing the rubber to pull tighter, bouncing slightly as I dance and thrust and move. They are exaggerated by the corset, cinched in tight, compressing my figure into a perfect hourglass shape.

My round bubble butt bulges the other way, the polished latex making it look like two mesmerizing black liquid orbs. The black liquid flows down my long legs, ending at my knee-high black leather, high-heel platform boots. A number of buckles and straps keep them firmly locked onto my feet. The thin heels are almost 8 inches tall, but they are comfortable enough, and I am experienced enough, to wear them all night.

The Quickie

Wed, 06 Nov 2019 00:00:00 +0000

It has been wonderful to have been able to wear a bikini on holiday for the first time this year. I have been alone in the South of France for almost a week and it has been heaven to have been free of all constraints and able to be a true holiday girl.

I rented a two bed villa with a terrace and a small private pool. I have been able to wonder around, inside and outside, nude if it suited me, but usually wearing a bikini. The weather has been wall to wall sunshine every day and on this, my last day, I decided to top off my tan in my new St Tropez bikini.

The Forced French Maid Doll

Sat, 24 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000

I have always had bondage and kinky fantasies that include french maids, high heels, forced fantasies, abduction fantasies, forced doll fantasies. So I contacted an experienced Mistress that would make my fantasies come true. Her price was very cheap considering my fantasy details.

I was instructed to meet her at her dungeon. I met her at the door and she was so elegant and sexy. She was a tall blonde nearly 5 foot 10 inches and she was dressed in a sexy cheongsam red satin dress with a slit down the side. I stared at her sexy legs that were encased in silk stockings and I followed her legs down to her high heeled boots.

Coastal View

Thu, 22 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000

I had been in this northern town before and while looking out to sea from the rugged coastline, I had noticed large iron rings set in the stone. I had seen similar ones all along the coast but I had no idea who put them there or why.

Now I was hoping I could find a pair that stood out in my mind. I had some time off and not enough money to travel far, so I hooked my little camper to my truck and headed north. It was mid October, long after the tourist season had ended. I pulled into a park a short distance from the ocean and the entrance booth was not manned. I drove in and spotted a park ranger truck so I stopped and asked him about camping. He said that this late in the season there was no charge. Just take out your own trash because there were no services available but the water was still turned on.

Conference Call

Tue, 18 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

My S.O. had a Very Important Conference Call coming up. All I had heard about most of the day was, “I have that call this evening…” until I was pretty tired of it.

“If you don’t stop talking about that dang conference call,” I finally threatened, “I will bug you the whole time you are on the phone, until you are totally distracted.”

“Oh, please don’t do that,” she said, exasperated.

Lunch with Rachel

Mon, 03 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Invitation

Thursday lunch time, and as is our norm we sit in the coffee shop chatting. The conversation is rarely linear. Subjects are knocked back and forward as if we were playing volleyball, but where some might strive to be competitive we both delight in the imagination and ideas of the other. Laughter is frequent, as are hands touching the other - simply an enhanced, more intimate form of communication.

Encounter in San Francisco

Sat, 01 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Boredom and Randomness It was beautiful and sunny Friday morning. Golden beams of light cascaded across the hardwood floor and slowly creped across until it worked up the frame of the bed and snaked into the eyelids of J. Grunting and bringing his hands from the blanket he reached up to his face and slowly wiped his eyes and coaxed a tired set of eyelids open. This was the first day of a well earned four day weekend, and J really needed the break from work and the stresses associated with it. The bed felt empty as he was newly single, and adjusting to this new life.

Almost Damsel in Almost Distress

Wed, 03 Apr 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Finally! I had the day off from work and I planned to spend it indulging two of my favorite activities… crossdressing and self-bondage! I’ve been dressing since I was 10 years old, and about the only thing that was more exciting than getting all femmed up… was locking myself into some strict bondage and struggling to get free!

I lived in a small apartment complex on the edge of town. Being on the outskirts meant I was able to get a place on my own, finally! After college I got a nice job and was making some decent money, sure I was mostly paying my college loans, but I could afford to have my own apartment. After having roommates all through college, this was my first time really living on my own. So, I was able to get dressed whenever I wanted, which was just about any time I was home!

Careful What you Sign up for

Sun, 16 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Mathew and Ashley had been friends since childhood, they lived right across the street from each other and did everything together. Ashley was always in the lead, dragging Mathew to almost every adventure she wanted. Mathew was timid and most of the time just did whatever Ashley told him to do. Growing up, Ashley turned into a bombshell blonde, the perfect DD rack, just the right height at 5’5”, and a curvaceous body toned with hours spent in the gym. Mathew never really bit much bigger, barely breaking the 5’9” mark, always skinny but toned just enough from his hard, labor intensive jobs, and a ratty looking man bun acquired from years of not cutting his hair. Ashley graduated high school and proceeded to move onto college with a full scholarship while Mathew had to work days to afford his night classes. They weren’t joined at the hip like they used to be but Ashley still made the effort to hang out with him, despite his social awkwardness and her sorority’s dislike of beta males. Ashley was moving into her capstone project for her senior year, being the extremely intelligent girl she was she had taken on a massive project, building a machine that could be used to hypnotize people. That was the simplest way she could describe it. The focus was set to help people overcome fears or bad habits, for example smoking or the fear of flying. The machine would take in a “patient” as she liked to put it, then expose them to audio and visual, sometimes even physical stimulation, to essentially rewire their brain to accept what ever they wanted. With tests, they were finding that even people that showed strong resistance to hypnosis could be hypnotized and in little as one session quit smoking for example. The machine was getting a lot of attention and buzz around campus, and Ashley was close to publishing her research, she just had to test how far the machine could be taken, spending countless sleepless nights writing a variety of programs for any number of applications. Now she just needed a willing subject. Ashley approached Mathew on a Wednesday night, waiting for him outside of his last night class. “Hey Pat, so I was wondering, would you be willing to give my machine a test run for me, I know you’ve been wanting to quit smoking for awhile now and the machine could help you kick the nasty habit” she said, her innocent smile always Pat’s first warning when she was up to something.

The Cabin Incident

Sat, 06 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

It is not something I do often but I do on occasion like to cross dress and try out different looks to see how they coordinate and how they feel. It helps me to get an idea of what it is like for my wife and the other ladies that I costume and tie for photographs. It also allows me to indulge in my fetish for hosiery and silky, shiny things. It is something that I keep hidden deep down for fear or shame, ridicule, rejection and abandonment. I have always been attracted to girlier things, and I find men’s clothing rather boring and uncomfortable. They always have the same drab colors. Plus, nothing feels like nylons or Lycra running tights on your legs.

The New Spring Line

Tue, 02 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

The characters and situations in this story are a work of fiction. Permission to use the characters in this story has been given by their original creator, Andy Latex as noted in his blog Smooth Slick N Shiny. This story is meant as an ‘alternate reality’ of his fictional universe. continued from part one

Part 2

William looked down at the model. Those eyes, nose and mouth were becoming more recognizable. Why didn’t he see it before?

Bookstore Bound

Sat, 07 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000

My Master, ever the gentleman, held the car door open for me. I smiled at him as I turned to get out of the car. I made sure to spread my legs in a very unladylike manner, giving him a good peek up my short dress. He simply shook his head and took my arm. We made our way over to the entrance to the adult bookstore.

A small bell jingled as we came in, making sure that everyone turned to look at us as we came in. The clicking of my high heels making me feel even more self-conscious. I tottered along on my 6" heels, feeling like everyone knew why I was there. Of course, it was pretty obvious what I was there for. I was dressed like a complete vinyl slut, in my black PVC mini dress and black patent thigh high boots. Fishnets stockings peeked out the tops of the boots, while the dress was so short, the garter tabs from my black PVC garter belt were quite visible. Not as visible were the red PVC corset and red PVC panties I had on.

My New Husband

Fri, 27 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

“Wanted: Tall muscular well-hung man to become the live-in husband for a glamorous crossdresser and a lover for his sexy wife. Please send your details, desires and erect photo”

Chapter 1

What could we lose. We didn’t need to go through with it but my wife needed stiff cock now that the hormones were going to emasculate me. For my part, as I was becoming more feminine as every day passed, I needed a man to love and cherish me and to satisfy my changing sexual needs. But, my wife and I were still desperately in love and enjoyed being more than just lesbian girlfriends so we needed a “Ménage à trois ” to satisfy us both.

Role Reversal

Fri, 27 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story info this is a role reversal story that I dream of doing.

The morning started like any other Katt for ready for work and I had it off. He works alone in an office for his company and no other come in to it to see him. That was good for me as I wanted to surprise him. Katt dressed in his jeans and work shirt and then left.

The Photo Shoot

Fri, 27 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

I had always wanted to try a photo shoot. Of course, models do it and even nowadays, women were doing those boudoir shoots as well as just about anything else. And, of course, there is also the pin up shoots. Of course, the key component of those things is the fact that it is women who are being photographed, not guys like me. Oh, I have the wardrobe and all, I would guess, but the ability to get the desired results, well, hard to find someone willing to do that, take a guy like me and make me not only look like a sexy woman but then also get the poses… Or at least so I thought… Of course, sometimes you get more than you bargain for and, well, other times you wish you were, well, prepared for the outcome…

A Controlled Life 8

Wed, 20 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Controlled Life 7)

Part 8

Chapter Twenty Six

As soon as Princess Dee hung up the phone Tom spoke up. “I-is all of this really necessary Princess Dee?”

“Of course it is my little sissy. It is vital that we cement your position. Your reluctance has been amusing at best, but I am very disappointed in your last little rebellion attempt. Until now, everything we have done has obviously just not instilled in you the permanence of your new position in life. I think having proof of what you are permanently etched into your skin might help to also permanently etch it into your mind as well.” Princess Dee told him.

Have I shocked You

Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

A brief fantasy inspired by and dedicated to my very own Queen of the High Heel, Ms Sheila Williams

“Do you like the colour?. See it’s the same as one on my toes”

The young man looked down towards the woman’s feet and sure enough the same shade of cherry red glistened from the opened toes of her polished nude coloured sandals. Sandals, which even to his eye were fashioned with terrifyingly high heels. The young man nodded.

Weekend Surprise

Mon, 11 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

I don’t know when I found out that I had my fetishes, but it was quite early in my childhood. Experimenting thru the years I acquired quite a collections of bondage toys, restraints, leather, pvc and latex clothes. Female clothes that is. I’m a crossdresser and I love kinky bondage fetish clothes. I can’t explain the pleasure of wearing this other than that being enclosed, bond in slutty and restrictive clothes makes me horny.

Psychiatrists Help

Sun, 03 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

It was the fourth Thursday I had gone the psychiatrist office in order to help me with my “problem”. Three weeks ago I came here to see Dr Lara about my obsession with women and tight shiny clothes. The receptionist let me into the room and said that the doctor would be in shortly. I was just looking at the wall covered with her credentials and other stuff. Doctorate in Biochemistry as well as a psychiatrist. The proverbial chaise lounge to relax in. The door opens and in walks this drop dead gorgeous woman wearing sky high heels, short little skirt, loose blouse, and hair up in a loose bun. Glasses and damn big ass boobs.

Birthday Surprise

Wed, 10 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

He heard the clicking of the metal stiletto’s she was wearing coming into the room. He shook…. looking into the mirror in her walk in closet… bathed in a pink light.

On his knees, bottom up, he could see himself, purple hair with pig tails, smokey eyes, whitish face foundation, plastic face harness that made his lips into a perfect circle… all shiny pink and swollen with with puffing permanent lipstick she had painted on them… a thin rubber tube and inflation bulb coming out….

Lesbos Connection

Wed, 10 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1. Coming Out

Chapter 1.

I made the decision today. I am going to ask if I can have a boob job. After a year on hormones I have grown small puffy attractive boobs that women seem to love touching. Perhaps my boobs remind them of when they were feeling their own rising sexual appetites as they developed their teenage boobs or perhaps they bring out the latent lesbianism in some more mature women who sometimes become attracted to the teenagers beyond their normal reach and substitute me in their desires.

The Box

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

While the cat’s away, the mice will play! Well, not really, it is just a night out with the guys. I pulled into the driveway quietly humming to myself. Something seemed a little off as I opened the front door and let myself in. It’s just that the wife’s away for a week on a business trip, I rationalized to myself. As I walked into the house I glanced into the living room, for no particular reason, only to see Karen sitting there reading a book. “It’s about time you got home,” she admonished. I knew that Karen was somewhat of a switch, but today clearly Karen was in Dom mode, and that meant trouble for me.

The Company Bitch

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

I had worked as a buyer for a medium sized company with all the benefits one would expect that went along with an important position; such as a company car, expense account and all the rest one would normally expect. As it was taken for granted and everyone else had their little fiddles in such positions and so not to be different I also took advantage and I went along with it. These small but dishonest anomalies went on for some time and then one day I went too far in my greed, I actual sold some goods on that belonged to the company to an outlet I had found.

Psychiatrists Help

Thu, 02 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Husband's Therapy

Sat, 18 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

My husbands penis just quit working.

Yes, he could still pee but an erection was just not happening.

It was, of course, frustrating to me after five years of good sex, but since he continued oral, I did orgasm.

Was he fooling around or masturbating, and thus using up his erections elsewhere? He said no.

Finally, I told him that the only solution was for me to take charge of his penis. He agreed.

Trapped by Your Own Fantasy

Sat, 18 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

There comes a time in a kinky man’s life when you realize that you have shared too many of your wild fantasies with your wife. Over the last 20 years or so I have shared various kinky desires with my wife, only to be met with lack luster effort or disgust at the ideas. That leads to the situation that I currently find myself in.

Sara’s is employed in the medical field; however, she is an accomplished artist and her relaxation includes a vacation each year to indulge in her talent. She typically travels by herself during these times so she can focus and refine her skills. This year she invites me to go with her to Denver for a week of art. I politely decline her offer, but she insists and assures me that it will be worth my time. I should have known something was up when she insisted that she could make all the travel arrangements. This task routinely falls in my list of things to do.

From Top to Bottom 12: There's Nothing As Sweet As Candy

Wed, 09 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 11

After many stories relating to rubber fetish and associated themes I have decided that, at least for now, this is my last, and for that I wanted to write something very different, and challenging for me So this is a gay rubber story, something I have never tried before. Whether or not it “works” and has credibility is entirely up to the reader, although I have to say I did quite enjoy writing it.

From Top to Bottom 13: It Really Can't Get Any Better, Or Can It?

Wed, 09 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 12

Jade

Wed, 02 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000

I have ideas for part 2 and part 3 of this story, if this part is well received I will have to write the others.

I had been visiting Jade once a week for about 6 months, but had to cancel the last couple of appointments at the last minute, due to work problems - she had not been happy and had sent me a few text suggesting I was a time-waster and a few other things.

Sara's Mannequin Suit 3: The Costume Shop

Sat, 03 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part two

Chapter 3: The Costume Shop

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Gavin whined.

“Relax, just a little bit longer.” Sara said from somewhere near his feet. “The costume shop was really interested in this and I want to show them a more functional prototype.”

Gavin stood in the middle of the room wearing what appeared to be a flesh colored bodysuit. His wife’s blond hair bobbed around his body as she adjusted various parts of the suit. “Do they plan on buying a bunch of these?”

Sara's Mannequin Suit 8: I Hate Pink

Sat, 03 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part seven

Chapter 8: I Hate Pink

Gavin sat beside his wife staring at the computer screen having trouble believing what he was seeing. “Wow, I think they even used the art from our brochure, albeit cleverly photo-shopped.”

“I know,” Sara exclaimed, gesticulating wildly as she always did when upset. “I can’t believe the nerve, did they think we wouldn’t notice?”

Gavin shrugged. Again watching the images of their signature creation, The Mannequin Suit, scroll across the computer screen. The only problem was that this suit was being sold by another company, a competitor.

From Top to Bottom 11: Transformation Completed

Tue, 26 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 10

Jemima

Fri, 15 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000

It had taken months of planning and not a small amount of dosh but today was finally the day that James would become Jemima – if only for a few days. But we are getting ahead of ourselves - and James, lets take a step back.

Once again James was - frustrated, that might not be the right description but it’ll do. Single, living alone and not exactly a social butterfly, James spent much of his free time surfing the net, not for anything in particular but often a search would end with an evening looking at pictures of shall we say adult themes. No not the tacky pornography but more edgy pursuits, piercing, tattooing, bondage, the Goth scene and softer areas like Cosplay and period, maybe far left field wardrobes.

The Love of a Woman

Fri, 15 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000

CHAPTER 1

My awakening

I thought that we were ideally happy, in love and fully fulfilled in our regular sexual encounters but then they became less frequent and one night over a glass of wine I asked Angela why this was. She was pretty sanguine in her reply. She said that she did not feel wooed, the lovemaking was not tender and she yearned to be touched by a soft body not a rough hairy ape. I was dumfound as I am not naturally hairy but I do not always wash and shave before seeking passion with her. Indeed, if I were to do so the passion of the moment would no doubt pass and lovemaking would become a prescribed and pre-planned function without any spontaneity, not my idea of passion.

A Night and Day in Corsets

Wed, 18 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Jack awoke with a start, his dreams dissolving into darkness as he returned to consciousness. Moments earlier, he’d been surrounded by the dream. The dream, again the same recurring theme, so intense, so enjoyable. The woman within him experiencing the thrill of luscious breasts as her female lover gently fondled her thru the satin blouse. Her skirt raised slightly as the erection continued to appear. She would soon swoon as rubbing her nylon sheathed legs would cause a slight balance issue in those CFM heels so high. Yes it was the same all the time, just before the climax his brain would protest the exploring fingers of his teasing wife as she aroused him even more. But now he was blinking his bleary eyes in a bedroom illuminated only by the slight glow of a digital clock. Dimly, he tried to make sense of its figures, only to discover that sunrise was still several hours away.

Framed

Sat, 06 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000

I had responded to an advert on a TV/TS website, under the Events section: “T Girls wanted for hotel meet at the Airport on Sunday arriving at 3pm”

I sent an initial email with a few photos of me dressed, the organiser, Terry told me what would normally happen and who would be attending. He had got 2 other T girls wanting to turn up and 3 other men besides himself. A number of others had expressed interest but hadn’t confirmed. He was very interested when I said I’d love to be tied up helpless and used - “the guys would love you” he said.

From Lab Rat to Slave

Fri, 11 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000

This is my incredible story of deceit and lies that changed me from a normal 38 year old heterosexual into a profitable cock servant in 6 months.

Chapter one

Very briefly, I was divorced, no kids, living in a rental apartment and suddenly unemployed. After two months of searching every day, no job. I was running out of food and rent money, desperation set in.

I got a commercial e-mail that had a convincing come on like, we will pay you $ 200 K in six months, all expenses room, board and travel paid. Click on link below for application and details. In the details I found that it was a drug research company looking for live subjects to partake in certain drugs and procedural experiments. It would be a total commitment for the six months without leaving their facility. After back and forth e-mails, for 10 days I received the 8 page contract in very small print. At this point I was at the end of the rope and desperate. There was no other choice but to sign it. I didn’t bother reading it all. In 5 days I received the Airline ticket and instructions not to pack anything because everything would be provided.I got my documents and visa and was on my way to Copenhagen in just 3 days. Needless to say that I was nervous and apprehensive but somewhat relieved that I was going to be taken care of from now on and at the end I would receive a large amount of money to start some kind of business and have some kind of life. At the Airport I was met by a young guy in his mid-twenties, with a sign with my name and at the bottom the name of the research company( G.G.C.M.C.) Gender Generation Choice Method And Products Inc. he was very friendly and speaking perfect English which made me a lot more confortable. In retrospect, I should have paid more attention to the centers full name.

From Top to Bottom 2: Getting to Know You

Tue, 01 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

Chapter Two – Getting to Know You

Two more weeks went by, and we met each Saturday, got a room and pleasured ourselves, sometimes masked and sometimes not. We were now very comfortable with each other and our roles. We did pretty well everything we could, me only passing on the “buggeree” role. Ryan made no big deal of this, just laughing and saying I didn’t know what I was missing, and don’t knock it till you have tried it, and so on. But I could see that he was maybe a bit frustrated with it.

From Top to Bottom

Mon, 09 Nov 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Gift to a Neighbor

Thu, 25 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000

I wanted to be with Stacey so bad that I would do anything. I was still a virgin in my early twenties and thought that I didn’t know how to be with a girl. She was very confident and had been around quite a bit. We spent our spare time at the University together and talked on the phone after classes everyday. Stacey moved near me into an apartment building with five apartments in it. I started to give her rides to school everyday. She was always telling me about the different guys she went out with. They were mostly older and she took advantage of them. She got them to buy her clothes and groceries.

A New Spin on Role-Playing Games

Mon, 18 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I’ve always been something of a geek. I love sci-fi and fantasy books and movies; I can recite countless bits of useless trivia back to you about all kinds of movies. So, it was no real surprise that I took to role-playing games, or RPGs, as we like to call them. You know the kinds, Dungeons and Whatnots, all that kind of Tolkien-esque stuff. I had a couple of groups that I game with in high school, and it was fun, but it was never anything too serious or crazy. No, that waited until I got to college.

Kate's Revenge

Wed, 22 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Never underestimate a best friend. I have been into bondage since my teens. I can remember back to my little brother Ricky and me tying each other up, always trying to outdo the other. We would go into to the woods tying each other to trees and watch while the other tried to get loose. Whenever he would tie me up I always for some reason got aroused didn’t realize why but I enjoyed it, until he crossed the line.

My Favourite Outfit

Fri, 17 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000

My wife is a perfectionist, and if she does something she does it properly

We have a hobby that has turned into a lifestyle and we love it.

What follows is an account of a rather exciting Saturday in our lives.

We woke up at around 7am and as soon as my eyes were open, my wife Nat told me that we were going to have a lot of fun that day. She instructed me to go and shower and shave my entire body. Shaving was not too much of a chore, as I keep my body shaved anyway. I emerged from the bathroom and she was waiting for me, lying on the bed. She was stark naked, which was rather unusual for her as she loves lingerie and sexy underwear. Before I could say or do anything, she pushed me onto the bed and immediately took my penis into her mouth. It quickly hardened and she licked and sucked it for all it was worth. In less than a minute I ejaculated into her mouth. She quickly composed herself and went for a shower.

Working for Halloween

Fri, 17 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I stepped off the bus and walked the short distance to the ‘Costumes and More!’ shop. I couldn’t believe I had agreed to do this, but if I was ever going to buy a car, I needed to get the money. You’ve probably seen these stores, this particular costume shop always has someone in costume out in front holding a sign and waving to the cars driving by. They seemed to like to vary the costumes, I guess to show off their selection.

The Almost Gender Change Experiment

Wed, 15 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000

I was 66 years old, worried about the inactive Hep virus I contracted during a transfusion while in the Air Force which became activated, when I was kidnapped and forced into a medical experiment that changed me into another completely different and younger object of sexual pleasure.

At age 66, the last thing in my mind was sex. The sudden Hep B attack 6 years ago, had eaten away over a quarter of my liver, and the fact that my days on this earth where few, just surviving each day was uppermost in my mind. I kept exercising by bicycling 3 to 5 miles every day, which was becoming almost impossible due to my deteriorating health. It was a beautiful perfect day in Key Largo, Florida, temperature was 72 degrees, and the sun was shining. I was not feeling well so I decided to go for the shorter route of 3 miles on the Bicycle. This route was on a one way narrow road near the water in the back streets. I was in a kind of deserted area when I heard a vehicle coming behind me and slowed down making me apprehensive not to lose my balance, I tried to look to the side however, someone grabbed me by the collar and pulled me inside a van making me land on a large mattress. It was so quick that by the time I realized where I was, a plastic mask was placed over my mouth and nose and a man’s voice said; “Just keep calm and breathe deeply”. I did and passed out.

Mistress Latexa's Rubberdoll 3: A Doll's Life

Sun, 05 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part two

Part 3: A Doll’s Life

Hiss.

Hiss. Silence. Hiss. Wheeze.

Silence.

These are my constant companions now, the sounds of laboured, regulated breathing controlled by a force infinitely greater than myself. I know it is my breath, yet it does not seem to belong to me; I can feel the cool air rush in and out of my lungs through the narrow plastic tube between my lips and yet it somehow feels as though I were hearing it from a distance, a faint echo. The whistle of oxygen is muffled by the super heavy thick latex hood that encases my head entirely; the black rubber contracted to press against every inch of my head deadens the sound of the outside world, and the thick wax applied to my ears mutes even the internal gasps of my abused torso.

Yard Sale

Fri, 13 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000

When Walter Fox bought his used Honda, he joked that the only accessory he needed was a bumper sticker that said, “I stop for Garage Sales!”

Not that Walter was a suburbanite with a tract house and two kids. Far from it. Walter was an inveterate rummage sale fan because of his secret life as a cross-dresser.

He had been surreptitiously wearing women’s clothes since he was 16 and, home alone for a few hours, had first tried on one of his older sister’s brassieres and panties on a spur-of-the moment whim.

The Clothes Make The Woman 5: Penis Sympathy

Fri, 16 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Clothes Make The Woman 4: The Transformation)

Part 5: Penis Sympathy

I had decided that Samantha would be much more useful to me without her annoying man bits some time ago, but it took forever to make it happen. The doctor I had selected had done this kind of thing before, and she had even suggested (with an ironic smirk) that as the organ in question was healthy, but unnecessary for Samantha’s chosen lifestyle, that I may want to donate it for transplant. I found the idea quite amusing, as did she, and it was simple enough to get Samantha to sign the release forms to make that happen. As I was ever mindful of finding a bargain, and the fact that we were technically “donating” the organ in question, the entire procedure didn’t cost me a dime. The doctor had three ex-husbands of her own, and I was happy to discover, not one ounce of penis sympathy.

My Journey 3: The Final Decision

Fri, 03 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from My Journey 2: Ten days later…)

Part 3: The Final Decision

When I woke up, it took me a little while to figure out where I was and what had happened to me. I did notice that I was not wearing anything other than my lingerie, meaning that at some time, Mistress and her husband had removed my clothing. The chastity device was still on my cock but the dildo, as I realized, was no longer inside me.

Ballerina Boy

Mon, 15 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

It has been some time since we had engaged in some fetish activity and I was keenly awaiting another opportunity to dress up and hopefully be publicly humiliated again. Then it arrived – an invitation to a party where the theme was “What I wanted to be when I grow up.” The person hosting the party was a friend of my wife, and she was well known for hosting rather extreme parties. Extreme in the sense that anything goes, from skinny dipping in the pool to topless waitresses to rather revealing outfits for the ladies mainly.

Ballerina Boy

Mon, 15 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

The Robot

Wed, 20 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

If he hadn’t won a little over three million dollars, after paying the taxes it would never have happened. From the beginning of their marriage they were into bondage. Nothing serious, no-one ever got hurt, just play. She was the dominant one and he loved being submissive. He had a good paying job and worked Mondays through Fridays and always had the weekends off. They decided to not have children as it would interfere with their play time, it was that important to them. And the sex afterwards was fantastic. The role playing intensified their desires and when it came time to climax it was an explosion.

It Started Friday Part 2: Saturday

Mon, 18 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from It Started Friday)

Part 2: Saturday

Kat woke me up in the morning. She proceeded to tell me a good wife would be up first is and have breakfast ready.

I told her, “I could have if I was not locked in these heel-less shoes”.

With that she unlocked them and told me to get showered for today. I removed my hose and nightgown and showered. I showered and shaved clean then when I got out Kat was there in jeans and polo shirt. She told me to get dressed and put my make up on. She then helped me with the makeup and I started looking sexy. After her finishing my makeup I got dressed.

The Gym

Mon, 18 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Waking up, sometimes, can be rather difficult to do, especially when you know that you were drugged the night before. Or, at least you HOPE it was only the night before. And this time, it was far worse than the first times. So many things have changed about me from the first time I was drugged, unwittingly and unwillingly, though as I look back, I can’t really say that I am upset about the outcome of each of these times. Well, I have to admit that I was, kind of, pissed off the first time, as I never really expected something like that. But that was quite some time ago and now, well, I guess it was all for the best.

Star Struck

Thu, 10 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000

A True Bondage Tale

My Significant Other is a real fan of a certain entertainer. I don’t mind – he is pretty talented, and I have enjoyed watching his work and even going to the Big Apple—twice!–to see him in person.

So imagine the delight when she discovered that he was coming to a nearby city for an appearance. And imagine her disappointment when she learned that the event was already sold out.

A Trip To The Shops

Mon, 23 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000

When my mother passed away I inherited her new bungalow, I had just split with my long-term girlfriend so it seemed like a good idea to move into the bungalow until I could sell it. The bungalow was at one end of a dead end road; there was a small park at the far end and some shops beyond. All the properties in the road were modern bungalows, inhabited by singles and couples probably none younger than 70, some 30 years old than myself.

Liz's New Slave

Mon, 16 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Brandon was making a fedex delivery as he usually does for his 9-5. It was the end of the day and he was ringing the door bell of his last client. When the door opened a woman in her mid thirties, long red hair to her shoulders, fair legs, and gorgeous green eyes answered with a hello. “I… I have a package for you. Ms….?” He stuttered. “Liz, call me Liz” sign here please. Brandon felt stupid that he forgot her name was on the box. She took the pen and while signing looked up at him and immediately knew she had found her mark.

The Doll

Fri, 14 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Now posted here in 6 parts as “Mistress Latexa’s Rubberdoll” by tessa

Innocently Incarcerated & Transformed

Fri, 07 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Chapter 1

I could not understand how I could be on my way to a correctional facility with out a conviction or trial. But the truth is, I did not have to understand. I was taken and on the way of being transformed into a money sex machine.

As a young 22 year old I was not the picture of masculinity but, I had green eyes a very smooth skin scarce body hair and a larger then usual butt, hips and breasts which I always hid with oversize clothing. I was not gay, it just happened to be the consequences of hormones in the milk when I was growing up. I always had excuses from participating in gym activities and sports when in school because of the possibility of being exposed. I had medical treatment however the problem was only partially corrected and I was told that was as far as I was going to be helped.

Innocently Incarcerated & Transformed 2

Fri, 07 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

Part Two

Chapter 3

I was sound asleep when something or someone was moving me around but, waking up like this I was sure I was home and wondered who and what was bothering me. As I was fighting off the intruder I received a hard stinging wack of a belt on my ass and I woke up real fast coming to realize of where I was and what was happening. He undid the belt on the leather shorts, pulled it down, pulled the plug out of my ass and slowly pushed a larger one in. This time it took a lot less time for the pain to go away and the pleasurable throbbing to start.

Long Weekend C/D & S/B Adventure

Sun, 02 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000

On a recent weekend the wife went away for a few days with a neighbour, a ladies only weekend. They were excited for weeks and so was I, but obviously for different reasons. My longstanding plan had been to spend some or most of the weekend in ladies clothes. As the date got closer thoughts of adding some self bondage also began to come into my head, and so over the last week a loose plan formed for one night of bondage to end one of the days.

Vault of Assumed Consent

Tue, 28 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Good morning babe! Watcha doin?

Hiya Sexy! just laying in bed thinking about you.

Watcha wearing?

Yes, I still have them on..

I can’t believe it! It’s been four days!

You told me not to take them off until I saw you again!

Good boy. Do you like the way they feel as much as you thought you might?

What I said was I didn’t think it was fair that girls underwear was made of sexier fabrics than boys. I didn’t say I wanted to wear girls underwear.

Paying for the Privilege

Mon, 20 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

The ring gag was two and a half inches in diameter, it was difficult to force into his mouth, once in behind the teeth he couldn’t get it out without a struggle, the leather strap was superfluous, but he buckled it tightly behind his head anyway. Jeremy looked in the mirror, he was staring at himself with his mouth stretched open, the gag was uncomfortable and he didn’t know how long he could stand it for, so he’d better begin.

The Choice

Sun, 22 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Bianca was relishing the moment, “So you want to come back to me after all you’ve done?”

Jeremy looked a the floor and said, “Yes, I know I’ve hurt you, but it was a big mistake for me to leave”

“So its nothing to do with me coming into money? Especially as that little bitch has gone off will all of yours? I could have you back, but it will be on my terms, you have to agree to them, now, this moment, otherwise you can leave and never come here again!”

Roberta's Sunday

Mon, 25 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Story continues on from “Roberta”

“Robert, would you come into my office, please?” asked Mr. Jones. Robert jumped up and followed his boss into his corner office. Mr. Jones was a pretty good guy to work for, so Robert didn’t understand the serious undertone in his voice.

When they were seated on opposite sides of his desk, Mr. Jones threw a newspaper in front of Robert. “Is this story about you?” he asked. The paper was folded open to a story about a young man who had testified in an assault case—while dressed as a woman.

Difficult Pleasures

Thu, 31 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000

I loved having him tied up. He had always been so reluctant when I mentioned bondage to him, but he truly loved me - and oh God, he made a fantastic slave. So he put up with my kinky tendencies, letting me seduce him over and over into situations he always regretted. But there was something so totally empowering in knowing that I could have him at my beck and call whenever I wanted, doing whatever I asked him to make me feel like a goddess. I’d always been fascinated with feminization. Maybe it was growing up behind the shadow of two brothers, wishing I could show them how difficult it was to walk in my shoes as a woman (especially if they were high heels), or maybe it was just my own dominant tendencies but there was something so gratifying in making my man my woman. To know that he hated it (in our less kinky moments, he was brutally truthful with me) but did it. For my sake. And even when he was bound and sick with himself for how low he had once again gone for me, I could bring him to orgasm … even if he whimpered and mewled and begged through his gag for me to stop bringing him to the edge, over … and over … and over.

The Family Plan 2

Mon, 09 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Family Plan)

Part 2

About 2:00 in the afternoon, Mark began to have second thoughts as to the wisdom of Darlene’s prolonged confinement. Even Amber, who certainly had ill feeling for her father, feared for her mother’s welfare. The result was that Mark made a call to Mistress, requesting that his wife be released.

Mistress considered the agreement to be a binding one, if not legally, then morally. The unwritten agreement was that Darlene “would remain for the rest of the day” and until Mistress permitted her release. Mark became quite assertive, demanding that Darlene be freed upon his request, and announcing he what be at the house within thirty minutes.

The Box

Thu, 05 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“Oh look at that poor man sitting in the bus shelter. He is soaked to the skin and looks so dejected!” The two women stood in the doorway of a shop opposite. The rain continued falling like stair rods.

John looked over at them. He couldn’t hear what they were saying. Their words were drowned out by the rain. But he did see that they were looking at him. John shivered, but that was because it was just above freezing. He was cold, wet and hungry.

Femmi Weed Too

Sun, 25 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Femmi Weed)

Original Femmiweed Story here

I stood in line at the grocery store with some much needed things for my empty fridge, and as I waited I looked at the tabloids and their outlandish cover pictures. The best one had a rather ordinary looking college aged boy, and next to him was a voluptuous young woman that kind of reminded me of the secretary that caught my husband’s eye last year. I couldn’t blame her too much for stealing my charming man, and for him I eventually felt pity, but after my seething rage cooled. While she was every man’s dream, she WAS every other man’s dream as well, and I just knew one would steal her away from my former husband when his cash ran out.

Roommate’s Helping Hand 6: Paying the debt

Sat, 03 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 5

Part 6: Paying the debt

I was in for a big one. Halfway through our third year in college I lost a bet to my roommate. It was a pretty big bet. And I had been absolutely certain I would win. In fact, I had been so sure that I had agreed to his victory demand without even blinking. And then I lost.

My roommate was very magnanimous. And smug. He told me not to worry about anything. He would choose the clothing, taking my preferences into account, of course. He would come up with the bondage position, taking both of our preferences into account. And then I would have to perform my duty, to provide what he desired most.

My Mistake

Thu, 11 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000

I lost my husband. The worst thing is that it was all my fault. Jeff was the only man in my life that ever loved me. I had many family issues and he stood by me all the time. We had been married six years when I screwed up our lives together. I am 5’4” tall, a very athletic and powerfully built woman. I am a nurse for a local hospital. My husband is 5’8”, but we weigh the same. He is a brilliant scientist. He gave me many things I never dreamed of having. A wonderful home and financial security among other things. The problem he had was that he is a very feminine man. He had very feminine legs and butt, thin waist and narrow shoulders along with almost no body hair. He was teased and made fun of all his life. He always said that the ridicule was the main reason he excelled at science. His kindness and compassion were what attracted me to him in the first place.

The Consultants 4.19

Fri, 28 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Consultants 4.18)

Part 4: Chapter 19

Leslie’s convalescence was progressing well. Nevertheless, the early autumn weather was lovely and she felt no urged to leave Gwyneth and the open spaces of the countryside round Saxon Court for the confines of London. Amber’s erratic schedule often allowed her to base herself there too, while Charles came down each weekend, arriving late on Friday evening and returning to Town on Monday at the crack of dawn so as to beat the traffic.

The Strange World of Knightley Manor 3: A New World

Wed, 08 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part two

Part 3: A New World

The rest of that first strange day Andy spent in a daze of sadness and fear, the image of his beloved Aunt seared into his befuddled mind. On occasion, as he went about his new duties, he noticed Ms Richmond looking over him from a distance. Looking over him or just watching to ensure his obedience, he did not know, but as day drifted into evening, he found himself, by luck or design before a doorway which with its smooth polished door looked mysteriously out of place.

bobbie's New Life

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Bobbie awakens laying on a hard flat surface, feeling a bit light headed, not really to sure what is happening or why. she looks around, but the light is very dim, she sees 3 solid walls and a wall of bars, she appears be in a small cell. Her body feels tightly encased and as she slowly lifts her head and looks down she understands why, her legs are encased in latex and as she proceeds to gaze at herself, finds she is totally encased in a latex cat suit, with only her little clitty exposed, locked in a stainless steel chastity device.

Tom's Traumatizing Transformation

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Orignally posted 2010, this story now revised and expanded

Part 1: A Search Through The Dark Side

“Hello and welcome to a new episode of “In The Flesh” and this week we are in the hotspots of Paris, aaaahh the city of love. But we are here on a special reason. Rather than show you the sexy and pervy side of the city, tonight we are on a mission. We hope to take a walk along the darker side of the street. Like all you folks we have been trawling the Internet and looking for some new interesting sex sites and as you know our programme has always sought out the unusual and bizarre.”

Tom's Traumatizing Transformation 2

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Part 2: A Fate Worse Than Death?

It was mid afternoon the next day when Michelle got the call from the control room and the conversation passed very fast, in French.

“Madame, we have a problem with erm, Rubberta. He… erm, she has not eaten today. We thought it was perhaps her reaction to his new… life and thought we would give her some time to adjust, but it is late in the afternoon now and he, well she, shows no signs of cooperating. She has not eaten all day, just sits there, lies there doing nothing.” Michelle stared at the screen for some time and thought on this, then said.

But I'm NOT a Woman!

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

“But honey, I’m not a woman!”

Of course, the line that I heard after I said that the first time was to be my eventual downfall. When my wife looked at me and said, “Well, you seem to be DRESSING like one!”

Of course, it wasn’t like I was planning on getting caught. And I certainly didn’t plan on getting caught in the manner in which I was. But those were now things of the past. But I guess that I should explain how it got to this point, where my little line certainly would not explain the way I look NOR the way I dress.

The Guiding Hand 10: Homecoming

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Guiding Hand 9: Amanda)

Continued from part nine

Part 10: Homecoming.

“Come on”, Jennifer called, checking her make up in the hall mirror, “They will be here soon”.

Away in her office, Jane closed the door with the tip of one slim heel. “Sorry Mrs Bennet”, she said, adjusting the phone to her ear, “Yes that was, no just excited to see them again… 6 months I can barely believe it…. No no I am just so delighted to know Will is as happy as I know Andy… sorry still catch myself doing it sometimes…. as Amanda is…… No they decided… well I think it is just easier when out…….. oh yes I mean Andy is not the most masculine name and they probably could get away with it but…. oh yes, yes I agree, they are in their own hands…. oh yes…… Oh yes Andy’s mother is a lovely lady isn’t she… oh you have, how wonderful… you stayed with them?…. well I know there was a lovely hotel I stayed at when I met them… oh how super.. Yes beautiful house. Mmmm.

The Consultants 2b

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 2a

Part 2b: Chapter 10

Leslie dropped Charles off at the hôtel. His head still in a whirl, he struggled out of the car, rubber sticking against leather upholstery and hardly heard Leslie as she wound down the window of her British racing green soft-top Jaguar XK8.

“Good night,” she shouted then, before disappearing into the night, “see you in the morning!”

Oblivious to the fact that he was still wearing the rubber dress in which he had set out that morning he made his way to the lift lobby, failing, for once, to acknowledge the salute of the ever-present doorman.

The Consultants 2a

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 2

Part 2a: Chapter 8

Charles woke late with a start. He had been dreaming. Most of what had passed through his mind was the usual kind of dim haze, but one dream was still quite clear though and thoroughly ridiculous; he couldn’t move his legs and was being squeezed like a giant tube of tooth paste. He reached out semi-consciously to turn on the light to see what time it was. His hand felt funny. As a little more consciousness returned he realised that he was still wearing the tightly laced-up rubber dress and long gloves from the night before.

The Strange World of Knightley Manor 2: Awakenings

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one

Part 2: Awakenings

“We thought the countess would be coming”. Vanessa said in a voice clearly tinged with nerves.

“No Mummy is far too busy”,

“But we…. we have a gift for her, to repay the……”

“A gift for me, how charming. But firstly which is the older one?”

“Sorry?”.

Tall, elegant, and dressed in a deep wine red leather blouse, matching skintight pants and high heels, the beautiful and well made up teenager, turned and looked the pair in the eye. She paused looking them up and down with disdain. “Must I repeat myself”, she sighed.

The Consultants 2

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Consultants)

Part 2: Chapter 6

Charles got back to his room and dumped the box and parcels on the table. Now that the flow of adrenaline had subsided, the thing in his bottom was making his backside ache and his nipples burned like fury. He tried to rub them through the layers of rubber, but that bought no relief, indeed, if anything it made them worse. He really had to cool off. Taking off the Wonder Woman belt and earrings helped a little once the pain of circulation returning to his pinched earlobes had subsided. What he longed for, though, was a relaxing soak in the bath, but until Amber arrived with the keys that would be difficult. He filled the hand basin from the cold tap and splashed the water on his front. After the first shock the cooling effect was wonderful.

Dale 3: A Day in the Life

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Dale V2.0)

Dale 3: A Day in the Life

Dale heard the click a second before the bedroom filled with soft music. Connie stirred. She reached over and tugged Dale’s metal-clad cock. He feigned sleep. She tugged again, harder. It was a game of sorts. She didn’t need a reason to dominate him, but she enjoyed it more that way. He edged closer.

She grabbed a handful of hair.

Cat Burglar

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

The neighborhood has always been a pleasant place. On the outskirts of a decent size city. We bought the home a few years ago and have had some problems since moving in and my wife decided to move out after meeting the “man of her dreams” at work. Now I am trying to save up enough to pay the house to a point where it can be sold. But my life changed much more after that.

A Nu You

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000

I always enjoyed getting out there on the open road, driving my car and taking in the scenery. And I have to admit, the day that I got my convertible, it was a totally different kind of feeling. Of course, being a guy, you aren’t supposed to like cute things or enjoy the scenery, right? But looking at the girls while driving is always something that a guy is supposed to do. But since I like to dress like a girl, I look at them for different reasons… Well, maybe for MORE reasons than “normal” guys. And in a convertible, things are so much better.

The Tale of Tim & Carol Chapter 5: Carol's Education Continues

Tue, 13 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from chapter four

PART ONE – TIM’S TALE

Chapter 5: Carol’s Education Continues

The camera angles were different this time, as quickly I could see two different angles, so the film had been subject to some editing. Now I could see Carol only in the background, trotting at a good pace, seemingly “comfortable” with the plug and bit.

Monica came into view in the foreground, leading on a chain a woman dressed as a classic French maid. Well, this might be interesting, I thought. The chain is attached to a ring on a rubber and steel collar around the woman’s neck. She has not been otherwise tethered but she is very compliant and shows no resistance.

The Blue Raincoat 4

Sat, 05 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part two/three Part 4

Still with their bath towels around them Sally and Paul enjoyed a light breakfast of cereal and diced fruit along with a second cup of tea.

“What is your favourite colour Paul?” asked Sally, “It really depends on what the object is, I very much like red cars and bikes but more into pink and mauve pastels for furniture and interior decorations. I like bright greens and blues for ladies clothing but wear mostly browns and greys myself, so I expect you are now totally confused about my colour preferences. As long as it or they are stylish and smart most colours please me, I especially admire your blue raincoat for its colour, its shininess and style, I think it suits you and makes a bold statement.”

The Best Halloween Costume Ever

Sun, 30 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

This is a story of the best Halloween costume I’ve ever worn. It’s a simple story with no danger and no sex, but it was a fun experience and I wanted to share it. It also involves cross-dressing since I’m a guy that likes to be bound while I’m dressed in women’s clothes. In fact, I spend about as much time describing my outfit as I do my eventual serious bondage. You’ve been warned now though, so if that kind of thing doesn’t interest you you might as well read something else.

Three Days as Missy

Sun, 23 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Now I have always fantasized about being a woman. It has always fascinated me on how much they can control some men. The way they move and dress to seduce a man’s senses all while they get what they can. Then one day I found out what it is all about.

Some friends invited me out to drinks, I was approached by a beautiful woman who sat down next to me, and we began to talk over our drinks. I do not know who was buying the drinks but we were both drunk by the end of the night. As we left the bar, she hailed a cab and we both got in but it was not long into our trip that I fell asleep.

DDC Rubber J-Doll

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I woke up, stretched out, unable to move. Man, was that some party. I felt the cool breeze on my skin which told me I was naked. I always wore skintight costumes to these get-togethers, but someone had apparently decided that I needed to not be wearing it. All right, fine, I was used to kinky fun.

I opened my eyes to try to figure out what I’d gotten myself into this time. A mirror on the ceiling showed me why I couldn’t move: I was molded into some sort of form-fitting bed. Someone went to a lot of trouble to bind me, but it felt pretty good.

An Evening Walk

Mon, 03 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Early on a Saturday evening Lisa asked if I would dress as she wanted. Assuming she intended me to be en femme which I fully enjoyed I readily agreed. After a shower and shave I went out to find she had my clothes laid out on the bed. There wasn’t any great surprise in what she had put out. I put on the all black underwear: garter belt, stockings, thong panties and a bra stuffed with a set of breast forms. The blouse was a sheer white material that would definitely show off my bra but since it was already dark out I wasn’t concerned about it. The one new item I dressed in was a white cotton knee length skirt. It wasn’t a sheer fabric like the top though I suspected it would hide nothing in strong sunlight which would not be a problem since it was already dark.

The Blue Raincoat 2

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one Part 2

The first part of this story was originally intended to be just that, i.e. a complete story, leaving the rest to the imagination of the readers. However, after several favourable comments on my email I continued the story. Paul couldn’t help thinking that all his dreams had come true, his love of rubber and rainwear were being played out with this wonderful girl, Sally. Both of them, arm in arm, dressed in identical shiny blue satin and rubber raincoats strolling down the street in pouring rain. The sound of their macs swishing together complimented the feeling of the rubber lining moving against their skin, the hoods pulled well over their faces and the slight constriction of the tight belts around their waists and wrists. The rain cascading down their coats reflected the light from streetlamps and car headlights. Paul had never been out in public in this sort of raincoat before, except for the excursion to the sandwich shop a few weeks earlier, and he was enjoying the thoughts of other people looking at them both and wondering how they had the nerve to do it. But what other people thought didn’t faze Paul at all, and in any case with the hood pulled so far over his head it was doubtful that he would be recognized anyway. Sally still had her hand caressing Paul’s bottom and he was loving it, so he moved his hand to Sally’s smooth bottom and stroked it too. Sally then stopped, turned to face Paul and brought his head towards hers and kissed him full on the lips and lingered for quite a while with her hand pulling him into her. The two hoods had come together to form one and cut out all the light as they continued to kiss as the rain poured down over them. Paul took in the aroma of Sally’s perfume and makeup along with the sent from the rubber lining of her raincoat hood, her lips were sweet and tender and her skin very smooth. Eventually they broke apart and continued their way to the cinema hand in hand. Tickets were purchased and ice creams obtained and they found their way to their seats, luckily enough to get the last two on the back row. The arm rest between them was able to be folded up and out of the way so Sally and Paul could snuggle up close and cosy. They both left their raincoats on to start with whilst the previews for future movies were being shown, but then it started to get a little too warm so they removed the coats and folded them with the rubber lining on the outside and placed them over their laps so they could still enjoy the feeling of the lining. Sally moved her hand over to Paul’s raincoat to caress it on his lap and she could feel the stirrings of Paul’s manhood beneath it. Paul placed his arm around Sally and kissed her tenderly ever so softly brushing his lips upon hers. He held her head gently and slowly moved his hand over the raincoat as Sally pressed her hand firmer on his groin. The movie commenced so they both sat back to watch whilst still holding hands over the rubber lining of their raincoats. The movie was very exciting with lots of special effects with a good story line and it took their attention away from each other somewhat. Avatar is a long movie there is an intermission around the middle for patrons to go for a toilet break or drinks from the kiosk. Sally excused herself to go to the loo and took her raincoat with her. Paul stayed in his seat and awaited her return. Several minutes later Sally returned wearing her raincoat and holding a bundle of clothes, eased passed Paul and sat down. Paul looking puzzled at the clothes realizing they were the clothes she was wearing just a few minutes ago and Sally smiled to him and whispered, “I took off ALL my clothes so it is just me and my raincoat, and it feels so cool and erotic, no one knows except you and me”. Paul responded, “Wait here, I will be right back”, and with that went to the toilets along with his raincoat to return moments later dressed in the raincoat and carrying a bundle of clothes !!!!!! Sally and Paul’s concentration on the second half of the movie was somewhat difficult each knowing that the other was totally naked under the respective rubberized raincoats. Paul especially, was having great difficulty accepting how things had moved along since the morning when he had asked Sally for a date to the movie. Here he was bare skinned in a wonderful girl’s shiny satin and rubber raincoat cuddling up to his dream girl similarly dressed, or actually UNDRESSED, apart from her raincoat. Paul eased Sally’s hood over her head as she did the same for him and they rested their heads together and watched the rest of the movie. With the movie finished and the patrons all out of the cinema, Sally suggested they go for a coffee at the new café up the high street, “I’m game if you are” Paul said as he eased his arm behind her waist and pulled her closer to him. The rain had stopped now but of course Sally and Paul continued to enjoy wearing their raincoats as they were both still naked underneath. Once in the café they ordered cappuccinos and a cake each and couldn’t help noticing the stares they were getting from the staff and other patrons due to them being identically dressed in tightly belted shiny blue raincoats. Paul was still having trouble believing this was really happening and that he was not in a wonderful dream. Paul plucked up courage and asked Sally about her feelings regarding the raincoats, he obviously knew she liked them otherwise she wouldn’t have one. “Sally, you know well that I like wearing your raincoat but why do you seem to love it when I assumed not many girls would go in for fetish things?”

Her Punishment

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I was going to be punished.

It doesn’t matter now what I did, or why. What matters is that I lay on my back on a padded table, naked, blindfolded, and slightly shaky from the thorough enema she’d just given me. For some infractions, that would have been penance enough, but I know this one would be far more complex.

She spread my knees apart and gently began lubing my rear passage. I felt the tip of something cool touch me and begin sliding inside: something long, cylindrical, and slightly textured.

Changes at School

Thu, 01 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Jenny and Dianne, mature schoolgirls, were sitting in the schoolyard, checking out all the boys as they went about their business. It was not unusual for girls to check out the boys, but these girls had other ideas on their minds. It was an idea that had developed over many months and had increased to a lust that now overwhelmed them. It started when Jenny mentioned that she was sick of all these boys who drooled at them whenever they wore a slightly sexier uniform that usual. “Why do boys get so carried away just because our skirts are a little too short? I like to look sexy sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I want to be ogled by them. How would they like it if we did that to them?”

How Do I Always Fall For It?

Sat, 27 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

a continuation on from Unexpected Turn Of Events

I have always loved games of truth or dare, but the problem is I can always think of a great dare, when I am alone and not in the heat of the game. So Kim and I came up with a solution. We made some small pink and blue cards when we came up with an idea, we jotted it down on one of the cards and placed it in our container. The only catch was it had to work with a deck of cards. Here is how the game worked. We would play a game of gin rummy, at the end of the hand, the person with the worst hand has to draw out a dare and perform, at the end of each game an additional dare is drawn out by the loser. The trick to the dare is they must also pick a random card. For example, you might pick to run around the house naked. Then you draw a card from the deck, black means with outside lights off, red means outside lights on, the number on the card tells you how many times around the house. Certain dares need modified to be male or female, thus the colors.

Revenge of the Quarterback

Fri, 26 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Jeff and it had been nearly three years since my ordeal at the hands of a sadistic Syracuse area dominatrix. The full story has been written previously but I’ll briefly recount what took place.

I was 18 at the time and a star high school quarterback, when I succumbed to the fantasy of submitting to a dominatrix. Through the Internet, I met and arranged a session with a dominatrix, whose first name is Mary. She was insistent that I dress as a female, also suggesting that a bondage session with another male submissive would be to her liking.

Unexpected Turn Of Events

Mon, 01 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I am a grad student in history at a medium sized public university. My girlfriend, Kim, is an art major. We met in line for tickets to an upcoming concert. I live a conservative lifestyle but had learned to love self bondage at a very young age. I have amassed a large collection of items but keep them hidden in a medium sized safe and hide my little secret from her. She often asked me to be the “subject” of her art projects; however the level of difficulty has been increasing as the year progressed. I had been forewarned but the class is now moving towards the human form and that of course requires a nude subject. I am not shy in front of her, but have never wanted to be a published nude and certainly not “graded” by a professor. We have fought over this point a few times and therefore our sex life had come to a screeching halt. Her deadline is approaching for a project and she still does not have a “model”. Her project is to create a nude but not a typical, model on a stool, something to stretch the comfort zone, a bit edgy perhaps.

My Wife is My Best friend

Sat, 09 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I recently learned to never reveal your inner most secrets to your wife, even if you’ve been married for five years. Connie and I had been married for just over five years after dating for about sixteen months. Even though our general interests were different we always got along great. Our greatest difference, however, was our social lives. She enjoyed being with others all the time but I enjoyed being at home. Connie works as a receptionist for a plastic surgeon and therefore sees people day in, and day out. I’m a research scientist so I spend a lot of time alone. Connie is also a very attractive woman. She has long brown hair, a model’s face but she is only five feet tall. She has a nice figure but always complains about being so short. I’m very lucky to have her though, because I’m only five feet eight inches tall and I have a very feminine build. I have wide hips, a big round butt, small waist and narrow shoulders. In my youth I was teased a lot about looking like a girl.

Beauty Makeover... And then some

Sun, 01 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Beauty Makeover… And then some)

Part Four

I realized that there was a time for fantasy to stop and reality to set in. I was kneeling there, dressed as a very sexy maid in a satin uniform and wearing silky and sexy undies, stockings and stiletto heels and I was, indeed, wearing a collar and cuffs, WILLINGLY! That was my reality! There was no longer a fantasy aspect to all of this because I was now experiencing this for REAL! I got up on my knees and opened my mouth, not speaking a word because I was afraid that I would say or do something stupid to ruin this final submission of my body to Cindi. Then I bent over at the waist, to signal that I was completely willing to submit to whatever it was that Jennifer and Cindi wanted of me. “Lynda, I see that you MAY have made a choice. I can also see that you are afraid. But I want you to know that I want to hear your acceptance. Do you indeed WILLINGLY submit to Jennifer and myself?” I was shaking a little. I could feel it in my hands and knees. I was also sure that it showed to them. But I knew what it was that I had to do. “Yes, Mistress, I am willingly submitting to you and to Mistress Jennifer!” “Really? So, you are now recognizing me as your Mistress, slave Lynda? You see yourself as my slave, Mistress Jennifer’s slave or both? I am rather curious, Lynda.” I knelt there on my hands and knees, wondering what it was that I had just gotten myself into. I was willing to submit to them but they wanted to know WHY??? Or to whom? I was now somewhat confused myself. “You are my Mistress. You were the one who placed this collar around my neck, which I willingly let happen, placing myself under Your control, Mistress. This is certain. You asked if I was willing to let Mistress Jennifer use me as She saw fit and I understand and accept what that means. Since she is also Your friend, would she also be called ‘Mistress’ as well?” I took a deep breath… "

Hubby's Second Surprise

Sun, 01 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Hubby’s Second Surprise or Maria’s Time In Jail

“Maria” arrived at our house with Ken and she looked great. The first time she spoke I had to make sure it was really “her”, her voice was perfect…

…The first time we dressed hubby as a woman, all those years ago, it kind of drove home the fact that my former hubby was effeminate. I never saw it that way before my little sister made him a school project, but I think he actually made a better woman than a man…

Command Performance

Fri, 04 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

The invitation was easy for Jim Hutchins to spot: the glossy black envelope on the floor beneath the mail slot stood out splendidly from the various bills, solicitations and other pieces of bulk scattered on the floor.

He didn’t know it was an invitation, however, until he picked it up and tore it open. All he knew for sure was that the envelope contained something from Mistress Yvonne, his dominatrix.

My Last Pit Stop Part 3: For sure this time

Sun, 23 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 2

Part 3: My Last Pit Stop: For sure this time

When I left you last time, I was being violated worse than a criminal with a gun on parole. By now I have become used to sound of creaking rubber, and round shafts beings shoved into all holes, and some tough shock therapy. There were quite a few I served tonight; truthfully I lost count after 5. The clock read 4:22AM when the door opened one last time. I started wiggling in my bonds with no avail.

Bondage Barbie Deluxe

Sun, 09 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from Ken’s Birthday Gift & Surprise Gift Box

Several years ago I got talked into a kind of modeling job for one of the owners of the company I work for. I had never even met the man, but his nephew was present at my one and only gangbang, as I was briefly dressed as Ken’s favorite Barbie doll. I was given to Ken as a birthday present by my boyfriend to cheer him up, (see Ken’s Birthday Gift). Apparently Don, the company owner, was so impressed with his nephews recount of his experience, that he had to have a Barbie of his own. Don, the company owner had contacted Ken, because he was the only one besides my now husband who knew that I was the Barbie persona at his birthday party. It’s a complicated story how Ken became the man who was my primary lover, and a very good one, and how my husband became like our pet dog when we played. We don’t feel guilty because hubby likes being our dog, and we only feed him the best dog food. Ken even built him a three foot high dog run around the old dog house at Ken’s cabin. Ken built the dog run so that we could lock our pet dog outside with food and water if we wanted to go out for awhile. Don was insistent and Ken suggested that he tell Don that I was an expensive present, and that he would make up some crazy price for the weekend. Ken was certain Don would choke at some price, and that would spare him from telling the intimidating man no. In all fairness to Ken, I thought it was the best plan at the time also!

Hubby's Surprise

Wed, 05 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000

This story continues from Cuckold & Ken’s Birthday Gift

Ken, my once again lover and I decided we would do anything to be together, and divorce wasn’t an option, as I promised hubby long ago I never would. To bad for him! Ken and I formed a plan as he drove me home, after he bought me some clothes to wear. If I had a conscious it would have bothered me!

…I remembered from years ago that hubby made a good looking girl for a Halloween party Ken and I forced him to go to once. My sister was a cosmetology student at home, and I offered her my hubby for her final exam. The students were supposed to pick the woman most in need of “help”, for lack of a better way to say it, and remake her. The project was supposed to have before and after photos, and detail how the student accomplished the goal.

Maid for Excitement

Mon, 03 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Phil stared at the items on the bed with disbelief. After a moment of stunned silence he looked at Cheryl questioningly and asked, in a tiny voice, “You want me to do WHAT?”

Cheryl’s face was split with a confident grin. She had been going with Phil for more than five years and had a right to feel confident, as she knew exactly what his limits were.

“I want you to let me dress you up in all this,” she said cheerfully, waving her hand nonchalantly at the array of items spread out on her Queen-sized bed. “And then I want you to do exactly what I say for the entire weekend. Exactly what I say. Every bit of it. With no quibbling and no arguments.”

Bondage Barbie Deluxe

Sat, 01 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from Ken’s Birthday Gift & Surprise Gift Box

Part One

Adventures in Rubber

Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter Seven

Part 16

When he had “Jason” free of the straps holding her to the gurney, Mr. Dodds led her into the adjoining room. This room was adjacent to the one where Mandy had first entertained Flora and her guest. Its two prominent features were a low, round structure like a well, in the middle of the room, which appeared to be filled with rubber sheets, and an X-shaped bondage frame attached to one wall. It was attached at the centre to a large metal hub bolted to the wall. There was also a large hoist hung from a traversable track on the ceiling, and a diver’s air compressor on a wheeled dolly.

Adventures in Rubber

Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter Five

Part 12

Moving between Jason and Flora, the stranger turned off the treadmill and vibrating massager. As they looked up in surprise, he smiled.

“Hello,” he said, and then frowned as Flora shook her head wearily. Though her worst fears had come true; a stranger was in their house while she was helplessly trapped in Mandy’s devilish equipment, she was too exhausted from her ordeal to do anything but go limp within her bondage, taking advantage of the relief from the insidious treadmill. Of course, her relaxing was visible only as a bend at the knees, since her harness held her up, the rigid corset stiffened her back, and her hands were still held fast to her hips by the thick rubber gloves that were glued there.

My Last Pit Stop Part 2: Or was it?

Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Part 2: My Last Pit Stop: Or was it?

As the night longed on several different “customers” came through. Soon I could see the dusk of sunrise come into the small window on the side of the bathroom where I sat cuffed to the back of the toilet bowl, forced feminized, as a red rubber prostitute.

Sure I struggled and tried working my bonds, every time I moaned I received a “reminder” from my collar to be silent. By now I was completely exhausted. Then the door opened one last time. In front of me were the 3 shapely figures that made this prison. What seemed to be the leader came in and inspected my bucket. She counted and chuckled, “not too bad”. She motioned to her team and they pulled out a water bottle and sprayed it in my violated mouth. I still had a salty taste, I joking thought “they didn’t even tip”!

Breaking Barbie

Fri, 19 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000

It takes all kinds. And truth is stranger than fiction. So cliché, it’s droll, but i need help and i need to start somewhere. And a sad start this is, me, sounding off here where no one really hears me. It has the desperate feel of yelling into a dark, empty cave only to hear the echo of one’s own voice. There’s someone talking, there’s someone listening, but it’s pretty pathetic when done for a party of one.

I Was a Female Impersonator for the FBI

Wed, 06 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I know that sounds like a rather fantastic story, but I assure you it’s true, and I’m going to tell you about one of my adventures.

Of course I carried a badge, and a gun, as well as a pair of 36-C’s! That’s right, a pair of tits inside my chest protector. And that’s why I got this particular assignment – in fact, that’s why I got all the cross-dressing assignments.

Working Vacation 3

Wed, 06 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Working Vacation 2)

Part Three

Of course, the problem was that I still had to survive this first night and already I was sore and wanting rest and true sleep. But after having sucked and dildo fucked, I still had to get back up and walk more in the heels. But now, I was being followed and corrected as I walked, being told how to walk like a lady and not like some guy in a dress. I had never had problems walking in heels but apparently I had been doing that wrong for as long as I have been able to stand and walk in them. And realize that I am walking with a short length of chain connected to my ankles so my problem was not so much taking shorter steps but more along the lines of my posture. I was slouching a little and after all this time, feeling tired and the like, I slouched. But that was improper and Nicole and Catherine, along with the others, decided that maybe I needed a little help with my posture.

The Box

Sat, 18 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Personalized Training 2

Sun, 12 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Personalized Training)_

_continued from part 1

Preface: This is a true story about my search for an extended play session with a serious dominatrix and how I got more than I expected and learned to love it! Some minor liberties are taken with events once or twice to make for a more entertaining read but this is pretty much exactly how it went down!

Chapter 4: “Poor slave doesn’t know what hit him.”

Flight of Fantasy 2

Fri, 10 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 1

Part 2

Dave’s mind was in turmoil, here he was dressed partially in women’s clothing that all the world could see and stare at and think what sort of guy would wear a rubber skirt in public, but at the same time he was ecstatic at being able to wear the latex panties and skirt especially as they had only just come off a beautiful women who he had brought to an orgasm only minutes before. He could tell Rose was serious about him having to continue to wear her latex skirt and panties so he just accepted his fate and followed Rose off the aeroplane and down to the luggage carrousel. He didn’t have to look behind him to know the stares he was getting, dressed as he was, but it occurred to him that maybe a few of the onlookers might just be a bit jealous of him being able to show off his latex skirt in public, he assumed there would be other guys that secretly wished to wear not only women’s clothes but latex ones as well, and on top of all that be with a good looking women also dress in latex.

My Last Pit Stop

Fri, 10 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000

We were just in the middle of a big move, my girlfriend decided that she didn’t want to move and stay with her family. With everything packed, off I went. We were going to move to get a new start. Work was slow and all we hoped for was a chance. Things are just meant to be I guess.

A little about me, I am just an average person. I just lost a lot of weight and am looking almost athletic, I lost the weight through exercise, diet, and a lot of swimming, so I shave my whole body except for a goatee and the hair on my head. I don’t have a lot of family, my girlfriend is very close to hers. I was close too but that was before the breakup.

Dressed to Thrill

Mon, 23 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

It all started innocently enough. When ever I got together with my play partner/booty call girl Sharon I always insisted she dress for the occasion. Her highest high heels, stockings, garters, half bra or push up bra, choker or collar, gloves and exotic makeup, etc. If I was out at the mall and saw a new hot pair of heels or something else that would go good for fetish play wear, I would buy it and give it to her. I was always the one in charge and allowed her to be the dom once or twice but it didn’t really do that much for me but made her happy.

Fantasy Live

Tue, 03 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Inspired by Maid2btied

Now, most men don’t like to admit that they enjoy perverted sex with their own gender. That is the reason I am writing this short story about what I and his closest friends did to my husband of five years, George. Actually, it was all George’s idea, although he is rather reluctant to admit he had a good time. Guys are like that! If I take a girl (I have you know) tie her helpless and sit on her face while eating her to wild orgasms, she generally acknowledges her enjoyment. However, men seem to be very emotionally upset by the act of sex in any form with another man, even friends.

Desire Boutique Part 4

Sat, 31 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Desire Boutique Part 3)

Legal Matters - This is copyrighted work. I am the original author. As this is being distributed to promote my other stories please feel free to pass it along to anyone who might enjoy it. But please, pass along the credits too!! :) All characters and events depicted in this story are fictional. Any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. This material is for the enjoyment of ADULTS only, and depicts scenes of sexual activity including, but not limited to, bondage and domination. If you are under 18 years of age, you must stop reading NOW. You can also see the story along with my other stories at the following link, which is the Second Life website marketplace. https://uncensored.xstreetsl.com/modules.php?name=Marketplace&MerchantID=287271

Her Mistress's Toy

Sat, 31 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

bobbie enters Mistress’s domain, there she is surprised as Mistress has decided it is time to introduce bobbie to some of her closest Domme friends and with the little slut bobbie scheduled for the evenings entertainment! she performs her usual ritual, going and removing her boy clothes. she is dressed in her waist cinch, stockings and new corset. she crawls on her hands and knees to where her Mistress is perched on Her chair. she kneels at Her feet. she looks deeply into her Mistress’s eyes, she kisses Mistress’s collar, it is then placed around her neck and locked, as all of Mistress’s guests watch. she has now given up total control to her Mistress. she is allowed to kiss Mistress’s leather booted feet, up Mistress’s booted legs to the knees and then back down, drowning in the seductive scent and taste of leather as she performs her task. her heart is starting to race and every inch of her skin starts to tingle with erotic sensations. Mistress then restrains bobbie’s little clitty in its cage and grins wickedly as the lock clicks home!

TS Story

Sat, 31 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I am a transsexual. Been one all my life. At least as far back as I can remember.

My mother tells me that she kept me nursing at the nipple until I was about 3 years old. I was born male, but fixed upon breasts very early. I fixated on them, my therapist tells me, and that led me to where I am today – waiting in a clinic, waiting for sex reassignment surgery. I’m finally going to be the woman I was meant to be. And it’s about time!

The Doll Hotel 8: Deep Waters, Strong Currents

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

continued from part 7Chapter 8: Deep Waters, Strong Currents

I think there were moments between activation of the vibrating butt-plug when I think that I might have fallen asleep and slipped into a dream world. In that half-sleeping state I could no longer clearly distinguish between dreams and reality. I was still in this half-conscious state when Mistress Five and Lindsay entered the room. Something seemed wrong, but at first I was so dazed that I couldn’t work out what it was. I can’t be sure, but Mistress Five looked like she was locked into some sort of white rubber straightjacket and Lindsay was dragging her by a leash. She opened a door to my side and dragged her through it.

Surprise!

Sat, 17 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I had not been feeling well lately, but like a lot of men, was reluctant to visit the doctor out of the male illusion that I would be okay. And so I did nothing until it was too late.

I knew the problem, whatever it was, had become more serious when I started having cramps, and morning sickness. At least that was what I guessed.

After one particularly unpleasant bout, I gathered myself together and made an appointment with the doctor I had visited infrequently during my 23 years of life.

The Doll Hotel 7: Slaves and Maids, Above and Below

Wed, 14 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 6Chapter 7: Slaves and Maids, Above and Below

The Housekeeper took me to the maids’ quarters and cuffed me to the wall. The Housekeeper’s words were swimming around in my head. It felt like everything I knew and believed in was coming apart. The change of language caused its own mental dislocation as well.

I strained to comprehend how badly I had behaved. I could barely believe how stupid I’d been. I felt a terrible and overpowering guilt. There was still a part of me that argued that it was unfair: that I hadn’t been wrong but the rules and requirements forced onto me were absurd. Yet I knew that everyone else coped with those rules, why should I be special?

The Doll Hotel 6: Excellence in Conformity

Wed, 30 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 5Chapter 6: Excellence in Conformity

I followed Housekeeper Four to a room I had never seen before. It was a very small, stuffy room, more of an oversized broom-closet than anything else. It contained a large shelf with a computer, and a tall barstool with a chromium pedestal and footrest.

The Housekeeper directed me to sit on the stool. She then cuffed my ankles to it, rather unnecessarily I thought. I was still able to swivel back and forth within a limited range.

The Doll Hotel 5: The Mysterious Nymph of the Rubber Garden

Wed, 23 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 4Chapter 5: The Mysterious Nymph of the Rubber Garden

‘The black playroom’ was an understated name for what lay before me. I couldn’t tell how big the room was because it was dark, but it seemed like an entire floor. The scale of the place made it more like a garden than a room. It soon became obvious that was what it was supposed to resemble.

Everything I could see was either made from, or covered with, polished black rubber. Partitions of stretched rubber sheeting were perforated with seemingly random holes of widely varying sizes that offered tantalising views into other deeper areas. Bondage frames and hanging restraints formed ’trees’ and ‘vines’.

Hell Ride

Mon, 21 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

My partner and I were laughing about some of the silly things that happened during our college years, and somehow the subject of “Hell Rides” came up. She had gone to school in central Michigan, where rides to Hell could actually take place, but that wasn’t what she meant.

“Some of my friends once took this girl out away from the campus and dumped her. She had to walk home in the dark! It was hilarious!”

Hell Ride

Mon, 21 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

“Some of my friends once took this girl out away from the campus and dumped her. She had to walk home in the dark! It was hilarious!”

My Shed & Joan

Mon, 21 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Please let me explain how I got myself into this mess. This might take some time, so make yourselves comfortable. Maybe some of you men will see it from my predicament, and some of you ladies might not. Of course there are those women who would love to do this to their men I suppose and some men who would die rather than get in the state you find me in.

The Doll Hotel 4: Just Punishments

Thu, 10 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 3Chapter 4: Just Punishments

I must have slept briefly at some point in the night, as I recall a nightmare:

A pitiful Nineteen was desperately trying to struggle her gigantic breasts into her uniform while Housekeeper Four coldly threatened her with expulsion if she couldn’t make them fit. As soon as she got one breast into the tight rubber cup, the other started to pop out, and the pressure on her nipples was causing her crippling pain. While she suffered, I was on my back, moaning in pleasure, one hand pumping my dick, which had grown absolutely enormous, the other kneading my breasts. The laugh track from some worn-out sitcom provided the only sound and all the maids were watching me in horror. My dick and Nineteen’s nipples both seemed to grow and grow and then…

The Doll Hotel 3: Basic Maid Training, Advanced Failure

Thu, 27 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 2Chapter 3: Basic Maid Training, Advanced Failure

I couldn’t believe that Nurse Five seriously intended for me to begin my training as one of the hotel staff dressed in this maid’s uniform. I thought that the only possible explanation was that the maid sent with my clothes by Mistress Three had picked up the wrong things, and that Nurse Five would never question something she thought was from Mistress Three. Perhaps it was a joke?

Caught by Mother & Daughter

Tue, 25 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My name is Heather and this is my story that started many years ago when I was still at college, back then I was an average young student with lots of time on my hands. One thing that was different about me compared to my mates was that I enjoyed bondage and worse if anyone found out I liked to wear ladies lingerie and outfits. Combined together I was in heaven. I had a hidden bag of items that I kept at home, including wrist and ankle cuffs, gags, small butt plug and a CB3000 chastity device and some basic girlie skirts and underwear. Wearing the CB3000 while dressed and bound meant that I was unable to cum so was permanently aroused until I could release myself.

Caught by Mother & Daughter

Tue, 25 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The Doll Hotel 1: The Road Less Travelled

Sat, 15 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

While this story is new to the Plaza it is a revision of a story that started being serialised in 2005. It has been updated by the original author to better fit with the continuity of the Doll Factory and Little Shop of Rubbe r stories. The name has also been changed to reduce possible confusion with a certain TV series, with which it has nothing in common.

Prologue

It was the summer of 2001 in Germany.

The Doll Hotel 2: Be Careful What You Wish For

Sat, 15 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 1Chapter 2: Be Careful What You Wish For

In the morning I headed down to reception, my head still full of memories from the night before. I could think of nothing else but sex and tight, shiny rubber.

Reality was intent on rearranging my priorities. Standing in front of the receptionist’s desk, I felt nervous and somehow inadequate. Once again, she fixed me with that smile. All I could think was that she knew I was staring at her breasts. As always, she had the lights off above her, with only the tiny desk lamp illuminating her face. I could hardly see her breasts in the dim light, but I could see enough. My imagination did the rest, perhaps too well.

Motel Discovery

Mon, 26 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

As a 70 year old male who has been a widower for several years, I finally found a new gal to fill the void left in my life. I married her, though she is 15 years my junior. We get along fine with us being together almost 24 hours a day. She got laid off just after we were married, so we spend lots of time together.

When it comes to sex, I got a wild cat. This gal seems to have a thirst for all kinds of sexual games. I introduced her to the bondage game, but she wasn’t too cool on being tied up.

The Office Party

Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest

“Steven, Please come to my office immediately. Thank you, Melissa ”

I had no idea that simple, one-line e-mail would change my life.

It was almost eight o’clock on a Friday night and I was getting ready to leave work. I was single and didn’t have a large group of friends, so it was going to be another weekend alone. I’d probably go to the gym, maybe a run, watch the game on Sunday and, of course, a session or two of self-bondage.

Flight of Fantasy

Tue, 23 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

David was waiting in the departure lounge at Sydney airport when he spotted the lady in the dark blue slinky skirt. He was thinking it was latex, it certainly looked like latex, but would women really wear latex in public, especially in the lounge ready to board a plane?

Dave loved latex and was familiar with its appearance but didn’t have any of his own as it was expensive. He did once buy a pair of ladies panties and enjoyed wearing them a few times before they ripped and used them afterwards to put on his pillow to sleep on so he could enjoy the feel and aroma of his favourite material.

Sweet Caroline 2: More Caroline

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Sweet Caroline)

Part 2: More Caroline

The next day was Friday and much to my annoyance Caroline was working from home that day. It didn’t stop her acquiring my mobile number and thanking me for an interesting evening last night. She requested my home email account as she wanted me to send me something. First thing I did on my return home was load up the PC and access my email account (which is blocked on the office servers).

Take The Girl

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

As I step out of my car, a flood of emotions washes over me. At only 24 years old, I think it’s safe to say I’ve been through my fair share over the past year. Between discovering that my “passing interest” in what mainstream media would call “BDSM” was more of a visceral need, and deciding that fulfilling that need was enough reason to leave the wife I once thought to be completely devoid of understanding towards said need, I’ve been living one hell of an emotional roller coaster.

Being Jenny

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000

David carefully applied superglue to the elastic net inside the wig, then slipped the hairpiece over the shiny smoothness of his bald head, taking pains to insure that he left no glue traces in visible spots on his cheeks or temples. He adjusted the wig carefully, checking its placement in the vanity mirror, and held down the net for a half minute or so to allow the adhesive to dry completely.

Roberta's Experience

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000

“Roberta” checked her makeup in the rear view mirror of her car, and quelled her nervousness. She had corresponded with “Frankly2B” for awhile. He was fascinated by the idea of tying up women, but hadn’t found anyone who shared his passion. He and Roberta had corresponded, played some on-line roleplaying games, and finally, after many entreaties on his part, she had agreed to meet.

Now she sat in her car in an otherwise empty parking lot, looking at a car that had just blinked its lights in the prearranged signal. This was it. She was about to spend the evening as a man’s captive. She opened her door, swung her legs out, and, high heels clicking, walked to the other car.

Latex Playtime

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000

The more that I think about playtime the sadder then anger sets in. You have been told to be naked when I arrive, no dressing gown, nude, showered with no deodorant on either. I want to smell you and you only. You didn’t even argue the fact, good about time you did as you are told. You are astounded as I take off my coat and I am fully clothed in latex suit, boots and my shaven cunt on show. Letting you know that on the way down my hands were constantly playing with myself, I bet you wish you had boobs in your suit. I arrive laden with goodies. I admire your body in a 360 degree rotation. I notice that you have smoothly shaved, lovely, hope you are keeping this up, females love it shaved especially if you want oral. I ask you to go and sit on a chair while I sort things out. I have brought with me the massage bed and a few other items which I purchased a while ago. You do not seem to be looking after the equipment. I rummage around the bags and select certain items; I come towards you with the transparent mask in hand. I stand between your legs as I place the mask on you, swivelling it around so that it is comfortable and zip it down the back, you are obviously excited as your cock has stiffened and is now winking at me. You miss this no denying it, I know.

Latex Playtime 2

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from Part One

2: Wanted

I have let myself into the house in the normal way, sorted through everything and have ready what I need. I am waiting in my dressing gown on the bottom of the stairs your arrival from the office. I have my plan clear in my mind and know that you will love every minute. You have promised not to ask any questions and to follow my instructions, not to help but be submissive and wanton for as long as I deem to stay for your pleasure.

Good Neighbors

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Friday at work was a hectic day. The mainframe computer was down and the forecast was for it to be unavailable for the rest of the day. My department was being excused to leave by 10 AM. Lisa came by to let me know she expected to leave by 2 PM. She suggested we could play that afternoon in our guest house. Of course I readily agreed.

At home I fixed a light lunch for myself, then gathered a few things in a gym bag and went out to the guest house to prepare. I stripped out of my work clothes and put them in a locking chest. I didn’t bother about locking it, Lisa would do that after she stripped and put her own street clothes in. I dumped everything from my bag out on the couch, then started dressing. First nylons, then garter belt, panties, bra, breast forms, blouse, short skirt, a wig, and high heeled pumps. I placed leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists. I padlocked those in place. I sat down on the couch and put on a blindfold. I put my hands behind me, passed a short length of chain through the wrist cuff D rings and used a small padlock to fix the chain. I was now virtually helpless. I wouldn’t dare try to go to the house dressed as I was and I was helpless to change clothes. I could only sit and wait for Lisa who I knew would have no intention of releasing me very soon.

Good Neighbors

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

To My Loving Husband

Sat, 29 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Darling I do want you to know how much I truly love you, but I should not need to remind you that going to a professional Mistress was your idea. You did agree to do as you were told for a full thirty days. I realize this is very hard for you and probably nothing like your sexual fantasy. All I can say is too bad asshole!

When Margaret ordered you to strip naked and led you to the stool for your enemas, was it five or six, any way a good cleaning, I was more sexually aroused than I was even in college. I could see the emotional discomfort as you sat before us holding every drop until the command was given. We will be repeating that every day. Margaret says after three or four days, you should become very enema dependant. I only hope you will be able to take a good healthy shit without water some day. Watching you shave your legs and privates was a real turn on for me. I think it was the total humiliation on your face that made it so enjoyable. As you dressed in nylons, heels, bra and a wig, I felt an empowerment over you that I is difficult to describe. It is as though your entire personality is under my thumb.

The Salon Fantasy

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I had just landed a job as a programmer in Denver. I needed a place to stay pretty quick and I saw one that was low rent, in a nice area. I quickly phoned the number listed, and talked to the person renting the apartment, his name was Dan. He then invited me over to see the place; he seemed like a nice guy so I wasn’t too scared that he was a mass murderer of freak of somewhat. After getting to his place I quickly fell in love with the apartment, spacious, nice furniture, great atmosphere, and of course low rent. So I signed the tenant agreement and moved in that day.

A Whole New Pleasure

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Today was a very long day at work. I have received the package I order since 11 this morning and I still have 4 more hours left till I can get home and start working on my little project. In the mean time I continue working on the plan and yes of course doing my job, when customer finally comes in. I am just a regular sales for a local electronic store, you computer parts, some car audio equipment, and other things.

Life's too Short!

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

At this very moment, in front of me I have a vision of latex paradise, on the hotel bed is a beautifully made one-way valve vacbed with the most exquisite quality latex and standing next to it is a goddess clad in the most jaw dropping outfit holding a can of rubber shine in one hand and my future in the other.

My arms are immobile from the heavy latex straight jacket, I can hardly breath due to the incredible grip of the neck corset and the crush of the body corset, the mask I’m wearing isn’t going to come off without some serious cutting equipment neither are the thigh high ballet boots that are making my legs burn with fatigue. Mixed between ultimate pleasure and unending pain, I simultaneously wonder how I got so lucky and how lucky I’m going to feel in a few minutes or few hours or few days. She strides up to me with a breath play hood in her hands puts it over the crown of my head and looks at me saying,

A Nightmare Turned Dream Turned Nightmare

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

It was supposed to be just a long quiet weekend. All my roommates went out of town for the extended weekend and I had the place all to myself. But, it went from a weekend of relaxation to a nightmare where I now find myself dressed like a French maid and tied to a table in the living room.

It started when a couple of crooks woke me up one night. One was pointing a gun at me, telling me to remain quiet, while the other was going through my closet. He pulled out my digital cameras and then my trunk. I just froze with fear as he opened up the trunk and began to laugh. What he found was my stash of bondage gear and clothing such as skirts, heels, and female costumes. “Looks like that we have a sissy fag who likes to be tied up here.”

Website

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Miss had been very busy for a week or so now, and I had the suspicion she was planning something. She spent hours every day in our basement, and ignored me when I casually asked what she was doing down there all the time. Today, I found out.

She woke me up early this morning, and pulled me into the bathroom. She had me shave my face, my legs and my pubic hair, and she helped me shave some of the more inaccessible parts of my body until the only hair left was on my head. She was obviously quite excited about something, and that made me quite nervous. Sometimes her secrets turn out to be pleasant surprises, other times very painful ones. I had a sense this could be one of the latter.

Latex Pleasure Doll

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

“How could any self-respecting person allow someone to do that to them?”

I was in a neighborhood bar, right after work, in my male mode, seated (coincidentally) next to a very attractive 40-something female. The TV behind the bar was tuned to the local news. The feature on at that moment was the story of a rather hot-looking young lady, who had been severely beaten, ending up in the hospital. The perpetrator, as it turned out, was her live-in boyfriend.

My Victim

Sat, 11 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000

My victim, I just love that term victim. It is so dehumanizing making this abusive act more of a degrading anti-social experience. I realize that “my victim” is not receiving near the emotional or physical enjoyment that I am, but I don’t give a shit. Strapped to the bench, pantyhose shining, legs raised and drawn back high over the shoulders, and red high heels sticking up in the air like pikes to hold back an attack my victim looked great. Those pikes will be of no help.

My Turn To Bondage Model

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I have always had my lady bondage model. It was pretty specific she could be tied and anyway the person wanted. She would always be in satin bikini panties. Which was my big turn on. We had many people bind and gag her many ways in panties or full dress. She made a few extra bucks and got tied and gagged by many.

One day I came home from work grabbed a beer and was about to sit down and watch the news. She walked up to me and said, “Honey I booked a shoot”.

Mistress and the Hotel Room

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I am currently kneeling on the floor leaning forward with my nose and forehead also touching the floor. I am waiting for Mistress to enter my room as I have given myself over to her tonight. I have dressed myself in feminine clothing as it amuses Mistress to see me like this, but there is more that she has instructed me to do.

I have a Velcro cable tidy wrapped around my testicles and penis with the hard plastic side against my skin and as I get erect the strap pushes all the plastic prickles tighter into my skin. Over this I am wearing some satin knickers which are currently bulging with my erect penis. On my legs I have patterned stockings and between my ankles wrapped securely around each one and padlocked is a chain and on my feet are peep toe platform shoes. My wrists are locked together behind my back with my pink PVC cuffs and these are padlocked so that I cannot remove them. I have a black pencil skirt and a satin blouse under my blouse is a pair of clover clamps clamped securely over my nipples with a chain linking them together. On my head is a latex zip hood, this hood has open eyes, nose and mouth, but there is also two front panels which when zipped enclose my face preventing me from seeing anything but allowing me to breathe through the zip. My mouth is gagged with satin knickers; I was instructed to wear these for a day and then place the crotch piece against my tongue so that Mistress can laugh as I taste the sweat from my own penis and testicles.

Fleshtex

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Mark and Tony shared an apartment together, they had been friends since high school. At school they were considered geeks, always together and A-grade students. They both majored in various sciences and now worked for the same corporation in the Advanced Technology department.

Their latest project was a material called fleshtex. It was as flexible as latex but had a real skin feel about it. Once perfected it was going to change the sex toy industry. Mark had been putting in a lot of extra hours for past few months, working late and spending a lot of time on his own little project.

Sounds Nasty

Thu, 11 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

This story was originally an entry into the S(A)X Leather 2008 Bondage Stories Contest

After I deplaned in LA from my short Phoenix flight, I was finally able to relax for a moment. I have gone through airport security with the brass mail box lock several times without getting beeped. Either their equipment is more sensitive than before or I was just unlucky this time. The very tiny nonferrous lock secures the CB 2000 male chastity device. You can get plastic seals with serial numbers, but Mistress Cynthia demands I wear the lock probably hoping I will get caught and strip searched by some queer. Fortunately, the female TSA officer was content with the wand.

Roberta

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Robert was in the grip of Desire. It had been rising in him all day. Now, late in the evening, it vibrated within him. It was a hot, gnawing need within him. He had been determined to resist it, but it was there, always there. Finally, with a feeling like collapsing walls, he gave in to it.

It was already late, but he thought that might work to his advantage. The decision made, he went back to the his bedroom. The room had two closets, for when two people lived in the one-bedroom apartment. He lived alone, with his “friend”.

Capture and Training Facility Part 3: Becoming Lucy

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part one & two

Part 3: Becoming Lucy

Tim and Bobi sat in the back of the town car chatting happily like school girls on the bus. It was an interesting analogy because they were on their way to school; a very special school. They had met at the boarding house that they were both staying at when they moved to the city. The boarding house catered to young gay men looking make a new life for themselves. Both boys were slight of build and neither one was more than 5’ 4” tall. Bobi, whose real name was Robert had found a boyfriend he referred to as Sir at a local gay bar. He had told his new friend Tim about the place and Tim had also found a man there. After several weeks of dating, both boys had moved out of the boarding house and in with their new partners.

An Unexpected Change

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

“Come on Michael… Please…”

“There is no way I’m dressing like a girl so I can go and collect your award. Why don’t you ask one of your female friends to help you out?”

“You know that all the chicks I hang out with are nice and all, but I couldn’t trust any of them.”

“Anyway, I’ve got a broken leg and I can’t collect my award looking that way besides you helped me win this award so really it’s yours as well.”

Prisoner in Rubber & Bondage - Chapter 9: Punishment & Work

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part eight

Chapter 9: Punishment & Work.

“Consider this to be the completion of your punishment as I didn’t think last night was very severe. Also it will make sure that any thoughts of escaping will be put right out of your mind. You know what job you have to do today so I will have to leave the house open so you can go in and out to the workshop for tools and materials. If there are any callers you will have to try and avoid them or else think up some sort of excuse to explain the way you are dressed. Oh yes there are just two more items to complete your working punishment rubber uniform.”

No Job Means No Dignity 2: A Day by the Pool

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from No Job Means No Dignity)

This story is a follow up to No Job Means No Dignity Part One. If you haven’t read it, I suggest you do so now to give you a better idea of what’s going on here.

Part Two: A Day by the Pool

About 6 months have passed since I lost my job when things changed forever as my wife became the dominant one in our relationship and I became, for want of a better word, her bitch.

Unnatural Act

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000

I looked up toward the ceiling finding Mark’s silhouetted head looking down at me. My feet still ached in the too tight bright red high heel shoes even though I was on my knees. The feeling of humiliation at being tied to a six foot bamboo pole in an uncomfortable nylon bra and black Lycra filled pantyhose was beginning to wane as Mark slowly stroked his half hard cock in front of my nose. My arms were stretched out at my sides and lashed in three places on each side with leather bootlaces to the three-inch diameter pole. It may not appear to be consensual, but it was my idea.

Prisoner in Rubber and Bondage - Chapter 5: New Uniforms for the prisoner

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part four

Chapter 5: New Uniforms for the prisoner.

“Your Number One Uniform will be worn when you are carrying out repairs and maintenance. Number Two Uniform will be worn when you are performing domestic duties. I need to make sure they both fit you properly and I need to become familiar with all the various fittings and attachments. If you are wondering what has happened to your Chastity Belt, then don’t worry; it is going away to be modified. Your cock and balls will be kept Restrained in a sheath and pouch, as I am sure I will get more work out of you if the vibrators aren’t keeping you excited. Your Catheters will be removed and you will be able to use the toilet whenever you need to. However demerits will be awarded if using the toilet interferes with your work. So things haven’t really changed, you just get a penalty for the privilege of being able to use the toilet at any time”

The Rack

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000

I am a transvestite who enjoys BDSM. Many years ago, I built an automatic rack for self torment. The device consisted of a 1 x 10 inch plank, nine feet long, that was supported by bookshelves along one wall of my apartment. At the foot end a piece of one by three pine was bolted to the plank longwise, set on edge. I cut notches in this piece about 1-1/2 inches deep. It looked somewhat like a sawblade parallel to the plank.

The Rack

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Training

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Some men simply don’t deserve the title of man. You know what I mean; they can’t or won’t make decisions. They prefer to be led around by the nose with little interest in who does the leading. They are not even really submissive, because a true submissive relinquishes control and these pathetic creatures have no control. They are called men only because they have external sex organs, which allow them to piss while standing. Such is the case of William, who I call Wilma. We will soon see about this standing business!

Up Yours

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Robert walked naked from the shower and sat on the edge of their king size bed. Barbara, his wife, lustfully admired his body, not because she had not seen it a hundred times before, but more to get in the mood or role. She pulled the package from a bag and tossed it on to his lap lightly brushing the flesh of his soft penis. He stared at it for a moment, then tore it open and removed the satiny shiny black garment.

My Life 1: Here I Am Now

Thu, 15 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: Here I Am Now

It’s hard to know where to start, really. Maybe the best way to grab your attention is to describe the scene here as I sit and write this for you. That should work. I am sitting at a desk in front of the computer – nothing odd about that, but I will describe my dress and predicament.

I am tied to the chair; straps encircle my ankles, my thighs, my stomach and my chest under my armpits - also my arms below my elbows. I can move my head and my wrists and fingers, hence the typing.

My Life 2: The Relationship Changes

Thu, 15 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2: The Relationship Changes

The next four weeks actually went by very fast, the flat sold quickly, and as luck would have it, a foreign buyer who only wanted it for a few weeks a year and was happy to buy all the contents. My workmates took it all very coolly; the firm was on the way up and the idea of buying my shares appealed to them. I got the feeling, good or bad, that they wouldn’t give me a second thought once I was gone. Friends and family, small group though it was, were also very pragmatic. I was off to “discover” myself, and not too worry if they didn’t hear from me for a while. They were used to my little eccentricities of wandering off for a while and that was it really. Anna gave me the number of the account in Zurich and all the money was passed over. It really was surprisingly easy to do this. I was worth quite a bit of money, but I didn’t think twice before handing it all over, I kept a few hundred for cash emergencies.

My Life 3: My Duties Expand

Thu, 15 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3: My Duties Expand

Obviously with my mistress taking on a new “job” my own duties expanded. Rather than being a full-time submissive slave, I was encouraged, commanded to participate in the rituals with her downstairs clients. Gradually over the next two years she expanded her client list to over thirty, all fairly respectable well-heeled men, with the exception of three women, which did surprise me. They were successful women in their fields, one well-known in show business; you will have seen her on TV many times. For whatever reason (do we need a reason?) they wanted to be dominated, not by a man, for they dominated men at their work, but by a woman. My mistress hesitated at first, but then took on the role, with gusto!

The Empathy Belly

Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Being pregnant, for a man, was pure hell, I thought! And talk about bondage….. Carrying a baby to full term is the worst bondage I can think of.

It started out because my wife and I were arguing again about having a baby. We had been married several years, and I wanted a child, but she didn’t. I have to say that we were a normal working couple – we both had careers, and were doing quite well, financially

Transcendental Deviation

Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000

I had always wanted to be a girl!

I wasn’t one just yet, but I had plans…..

When I was younger, they kicked me out of the service and called me ‘queer’, just because they caught me with another man in the shower. I mean, there was a real big stink about it, and that led to the ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ policy that’s still in effect, today.

Well, maybe my case wasn’t what caused the policy, but it certainly contributed to it.

Cathy's Vacation

Tue, 04 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Cathy worked for a very controlling Boss. She was forced to wear tight micromini skirts, hot pants and short tight latex dresses. Cathy talked to her lover and a plan to take care of her Boss was hatched.

Cathy decides the best way to control the Boss is to collect evidence of the sexual harassment. Cathy began to record his sexual comments and to take pictures of his sexual advances. She would make sure that a Secretary was always close by with a digital camera. This went on for a month. Cathy would now have complete control of Paul’s life.

The Blues

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

I am seriously overweight, I know it. It’s not easy to keep fit, in fact in my situation it feels like it’s just near impossible. My metabolism is slow, I’m lazy at heart, and really, I’m just not suited for wearing any sort of brand-name clothes.

But, I have a fetish.

It’s a strange fetish compared to all the other ones I see on the internet, although it sort of incorporates them.

The Real Me

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Fellow Enthusiastics,

I was glad to discover others in the world with similar tastes. Good not to feel so alone, or so evil and perverted.

The trick with the ice escaped me … Thanks, all of you… Whoever.

I was going the other way, trying to put keys into boiling pots of water which would have to then cool, obvious problems with that idea, the least of which was that it wouldn’t work. Ice never occured to me.

Fantasy Unlimited 2

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Fantasy Unlimited - Part 2

Background Stephen and Gina are a couple in aged in their thirties, reasonably affluent despite a young family and living in the United Kingdom. Strongly heterosexual and happily married they nevertheless have some interesting tastes when it comes to sexual activities. This story takes place on a weekend when the children are away…… Part 2 – The weekend continues - Saturday through Sunday At 8-15am a buzzer woke them and a tannoy they had not previously noticed advised them that breakfast would follow in their rooms at 9.00 as promised. Guests were not to dress but to remain until instructed in their night attire. Finding the filmy black nylon a turn on Stephen soon returned to full erection and whilst they awaited the maids arrival with breakfast the two of them again made love. A light continental breakfast was served by different staff and just before 10.00 cleared away. At five past ten Helen and Claire entered the room. Stephen and Gina were told to take off the nighties and don simple cotton robes. “This morning you are due to receive beauty treatments ready for later on and the gowns are all you need for now. Follow us please” They walked down several corridors to a room labelled “Cosmetic treatments”. Going inside they were taken to different curtained off cubicles. Stephen was seated into a chair with several extendable arms and strap attachments and Helen announced that his legs were first to be prepared. “Do you want to be waxed or would you prefer a cream?”

Slave Trade

Fri, 02 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I will admit that I knew something about her before I approached her that fateful night. Everyone knew something about her. They called her Vampirella behind her back, and told horror stories about her leaving men broken and emotionally crippled. A lot of guys said she was a lesbian, or that she hated men, and that she was constantly trying to get back at them. She was also rumored to be a professional mistress, a dominatrix of some sort, but I had seen her working at the lab downtown so I kinda doubted that.

Rubber Bondage Slave 6

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Part Six

Chapter 15 - In which the Rubber Bondage prisoner starts working for his Rubber Mistress.

I was awakened by Mistress releasing the Rubber Sheets and getting me to extricate myself from the Rubber tubes my arms and legs were trapped inside.

“Here is the key to unlock your Chastity Belt, leave the key in the padlock ready for when you get in this evening. Tidy up your Rubber Bed, Shower and dress in the clothes I have put on the table then come down for breakfast.”

Fantasy Unlimited

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Five o-clock on a Friday afternoon is for most people going home time but for Stephen and Gina it was part way into the start of their holiday weekend at Fantasy Unlimited. They had caught the afternoon ferry and driven the short distance from Zeebrugge to Eekloo in the Flanders region of northern Belgium and had almost reached the suburban hotel that was their destination. They had booked with Fantasy Unlimited who, taking advantage of liberal continental laws, cater for couples interested in that broad spectrum of the erotic pleasures generally known as fetish by offering a range of escapist holidays. The breakaways are very popular, highly erotic and always fully booked well in advance. Although Stephen and Gina had been on weekend escapes before this weekend things were slightly different, as they were to test out a new “mystery” weekend holiday option and would be spending the weekend with no prior knowledge of, or detailed control over, what was planned. They had filled in personal fantasy questionnaires and mailed them back a few days ago therefore they knew the weekend would be tailored to their personal desires, but which ones? After parking the car at the rear of the ivy clad hotel they approached Reception and rang the bell on the Desk. Apprehensive, but excited, they had no idea of what was to come. All the joining instructions said with regard to clothing was “Pack light, all clothing will be provided for your stay from your arrival to your departure”. As far as the content of the weekend’s experience was concerned the information was contained in the simple statement, “Wait to be pleasured” A maid approached and led them to a room on the first floor that was to be their base for the weekend. Not just an ordinary maid of course this is, after all, a fetish holiday hotel and her costume was appropriate. Her whole image was of control and purpose. Beginning with towering thigh boots in glossy black leather with five inch heels and a crossing pattern of laces the eye was drawn upwards over sheer black nylon clad thighs to the briefest of mini dresses also in glossy black. With a white blouse emphasising her nipped in waist Stephen couldn’t help but be aroused whilst Gina was thoughtful. On arrival at the bedroom the maid introduced herself as Helen and told them to undress and put on the suits laid out on the bed. As they undressed she helped hang up their arrival clothes in the wardrobe. The suits were tight fitting rubber catsuits, complete with feet and mittens, and Stephen and Gina began to dress. Helen asked them to put on the long opera length rubber gloves before they slipped their arms into the sleeves of the cat suit. Once the suits were on they found that their top halves were completely enclosed in the rubber. Helen zipped up the back of the suits before opening a further cupboard to get out the rest of Stephen and Gina’s costumes. Seeing what they were to wear they gasped but realised that they had to go on. Both were in fact beginning to enjoy the sensations of the costumes which they wore themselves at home as often as they could be free of the children. The hoods they now saw were however not what they had ever chosen for themselves. These were sensation restricting and Helen advised them that for the first part of the evening they were to be unaware of their surroundings. Further gasps of amazement came from both of them but giving each other a kiss they continued to dress with bravado. The hoods had thickly padded earpieces and no eye holes so that the wearer was isolated from sight and sound, although the mouth was kept completely clear for safety and breathing. Just before the hoods were finally eased into place Helen advised them of their safety codeword and pointed out that radio links were in the helmets so they would be aware of some of what was to happen to them. Then she secured the hoods and suits so that Stephen and Gina were alone with their thoughts and sensations. Helen now had the two of them in an isolated state and summoned in Claire to assist with the rest of the dressing. Corsets were extended around them and laced tightly into place bringing mild sighs of delight from Gina and gasps of astonishment from Stephen for whom, despite being mildly transvestite, the experience of being tightly corseted was totally new. “I think I like it,” he gasped, “but I’ll let you know”. The final garments fitted were the same long thigh boots that the maids wore and again Stephen faced totally new sensations. Yes he had worn heels before but never such long, strong thigh boots. Standing them upright the maids moved them face to face and placing them into a hug picked up the microphone and spoke commandingly, “Kiss now please”. Both kissed the offered mouth although neither was sure that the mouth they were kissing was that of their partner. After a short period of hungry kissing Stephen and Gina felt themselves being separated and being led by the hand. For Gina, used to high heels, walking in the long boots wasn’t difficult but for Stephen some swaying was evident but he was managing. With the leather boots stiffening his stride and the heels arching his feet he was keeping upright with difficulty. After a short walk, although they did not know it, they were in the bondage room and being readied for the equipment. Cocooned inside the hoods all they were aware of was that the walk had stopped until the voice in the headphones said, “You are now being prepared for bondage, relax please.” Hands explored their bodies and steered them towards the equipment. For Stephen they had selected a St Andrew’s cross and he felt himself being gently inched backwards until the wood touched his spine. A belt was wrapped around his middle and the fastenings began. Helen gently spread his ankles to full stretch before fastening further straps around them and also further straps at knee and thigh level. His arms were pulled up above his head and also efficiently strapped into an extended X position. Unable to move he just had to wait for whatever was to follow. Gina meanwhile was being gently assisted onto a rack although of course she was unaware of that just yet. With her legs and arms spread into a gently spread X, straps were passed around wrist and ankles before the pressure began. The rack at Fetish Unlimited is not an extreme torture machine, but it is a pressure device all the same. Gina soon began to experience a tension throughout her body, which she found strange but relaxing. With them still in the bondage positions the two maids gently stroked and massaged their bodies, sometimes leaving them alone, then touching in unexpected positions. Stephen and Gina were in isolation and found the unexpected touches pleasurable if unpredictable. After a quarter of an hour or so the maids switched on vibrators and began to work on the couple in earnest. As the vibrators rubbed and buzzed over their bodies arousal became intense. Gina had some room to move on her back and bucked and squirmed in an attempt to bring the vibrator into contact with her dripping hot spot. The maids left Stephen to groan in frustration and brought both vibrators to bear on Gina’s breasts and thighs. Her moans increased to shrieks and with a wild yell of ecstasy she climaxed stretching her bonds to their ultimate. Picking up the radio microphone Claire spoke gently to her and, stroking her gently brought her gradually down from her explosive peak. Helen turned to Stephen who was of course how highly frustrated having been brought almost to a climax by the gentle rubbing and then left once again alone. Suddenly the vibrator moved up his thighs as Helen expertly ran it up and down, circling across the thighs and stomach to get nearer and nearer to his monster erection. He too reached a screaming peak of frustration before exploding in triumph. Fire burned along his shaft as the vibrator drew him out in spasms of pulsing cream. Suddenly limp he slumped in his bonds and Helen knew it was time to move on to the next stage of the evening. Unfastening their charges the maids lead them back to their room and began the change for the next phase of the weekend. As the helmets were lifted from their heads and they could see again they glanced at each other. Both could tell by the others flushed complexion that they had both peaked. They cuddled and whispered to each other as the maids deftly unlaced the corsets and boots. Their suits were peeled off leaving both nude. “Take a shower now before dinner,” said Claire," I’ll be back in twenty minutes for the next stage in your weekend of discovery."

Three Ways to Pain

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I have tried many experiments with self bondage and self inflicked pain, here are some examples which i hope you find interesting:

1.Obstacle course. Sbm; pain; stings; cons; XX

As my partner has previously written i have a fetish with eggs bumping and grinding around my balls and penis, so this fun time began with me putting 18 eggs in my thong. Around my waist was my bondage belt to which i would connect my cuffed wrists to. Then i attached 3 clothes pegs to each nipple, to the middle peg which was firmly attached to the most sensitive point tied 4ft string lines to which i tied a shoe to each. I then snapped the padlocks to secure my wrists behind my back.

Rubber Bondage Slave 4

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Part Four

Chapter 7 - In which the Rubber Mistress has Her way and gets Her Rubber Bondage prisoner to fail the test

He turned away and walked off towards the back room, and I followed him with the Rubber Mackintosh creating more havoc with my cock. My mind was once more in turmoil. What Des had said about Mistress being cruel didn’t seem to fit in with how I felt She was. Perhaps there were others who were not totally submissive and considered the Rubber and Bondage I would have to wear all the time to be cruel, whereas I was in my utopia wearing all this Rubber and secured with Chains and Manacles. Had Mistress in such a short time - although I had been living under Her roof for five years - recognised that I was totally submissive. When I entered the back room I could see Mistress sorting through the various rails of more Bizarre Rubber Clothing.

Rubber Bondage Slave 5

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Part Five

Chapter 11 - The prisoner’s punishment finally ends and he learns more about his future as a prisoner.

There was a ‘click’ and the earphones went silent. I felt Her removing the vibrator, and then I was rotated round until I was inclined facing upwards at a slight angle. I presumed this was the position I was to be left in for the night, which was in fact quite relaxing in spite of my Bondage.

Transformation

Wed, 01 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Part One - Sent to the Institution

I feel the rubber confining my skin. It touches me everywhere, creating a unique sensation of being cocooned, bound by my own clothes. My feet are forced in an arching position by incredibly high heeled rubber boots, made of thick rubber so that even bending my knees results in a fight against immobilization. I think they are at least 5’ inches tall, but I wouldn’t be surprised to know they are even higher. My waist, forced into a narrow wasp-like state, enhancing my natural hourglass figure. My head, encased into a tight rubber hood, with no openings but those on my mouth and nostrils, being the former one properly filled by a ring gag, leaving my mouth opened in a permanent ‘O’ position.

Rubberist TV Bondage Fantasy

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000

It had seemed a good idea at the time…. Standing before the display of cut-rate rubber fashions, hand in hand with his girlfriend, he’d been surprised when she’d said “Let’s get two sets, one for me and one for you!”

“C’mon…” she continued as he hesitated. She was playing with a huge black dildo, idly stroking the shining black mass in it’s bright plastic packaging. She reached up to touch his cheek, eye’s huge and locked on his, her hand fragrant in the tight leather gloves she was never seen without in public, “We’ll be a beautiful pair.”

Catching Lisa

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Lisa and I had become “just good friends” since I had come to work at the same company with her. She had been responsible for my orientation, but outside of work, she had helped me find an apartment and helped to get me settled in. We were both single and over a few months time we developed a friendship without dating. Lisa owned her own home; a decent sized house with a guest cottage behind it. I had offered my services as a handyman after she had been less than satisfied with a contractor’s work. I was competent to handle minor repairs around a house, though typically I took a long time pushing for perfection. My Saturdays were quite often spent at Lisa’s with odds and ends of plumbing, electrical, and carpentry work. We had developed a regular routine; I went into town early and picked up pastry and a dozen day-old bagels, then called at Lisa’s. We split the bagels between us for the next week and she made coffee and we shared the pastries. After coffee I would start on any work around the house that we had planned.

Rubber Store

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000

By training I am an electrical engineer, but my passion is and has always been . I have had a series of jobs, which I did well enough, but I dreamed of rubber all the time. I had made plenty of money, more than enough to buy a house and acquire a nice collection of rubber garments. But I was not happy; I wanted to spend all my time around rubber.

The Initiation

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

“Charles William Smith” the stern looking magistrate said after a whispered discussion with the other two and the Recorder, “we have decided, that although what you have done is a serious offence, we have looked at the reports and have decided that you need another chance. We believe that you could become a fine upstanding citizen. However, taking that into consideration, this incident deserves some form of punishment. To save you having a criminal record, we are binding you over to keep the peace for one month. In that time you will find a job and have your employer report on your conduct at the end of that time. Should you fail to find and keep a job, we will have no other option than to refer you for sentencing again. Do you understand?”. Charlie said he did and the magistrate said “Therefore, you are free to go. You must return in one month and report to this court. Off you go” Charlie was pleased. He thought he was going to be given a custodial sentence or at least community service. But as it was his 19th birthday, it was a nice present for him.

Hotel Meeting

Fri, 22 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

What a long bus ride, only 3 hours but the anticipation of what was to come drove me mad. i get off the bus and check into a hotel. i call you as you ordered me to let you know i have arrived. i am told to be dressed and bound in some way. You tell me not to disappoint you or i will be sorry. i have 2 hours you tell me.

Motel Room Meeting 7

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part 7 - Sunday Morning

We seemed to be wandering up and down hills for hours, but it could have been only fifteen minutes. I was completely lost from circling around, but it seemed one of the women knew where she was going. I kept expecting to run into Tom and his girls, but somehow we never crossed paths even though we covered a lot of ground.

It wasn’t easy walking in the three inch heels, but I had other problems on my mind. Sometimes the path would narrow and we had to go single file. I tried to focus on the task of walking, which wasn’t too hard when I went ahead of Barb. When she went first, though, I kept catching sight of her sweet, full ass cheeks swishing in her panties and the result was a hard on that would get caught in the pantyhose. By now, I was pretty sore from all the erections and stroking and cumming, so it wasn’t as pleasant as it would seem for me to get excited.

Mannequin

Sun, 16 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I received a telephone call a few days ago whilst at home. At first I thought it was a standard survey until some unexpected questions came up. The next thing I know the woman at the end of the phone is arranging an appointment for me to meet someone next week. The woman on the phone gave me a name and address and told me to meet this person at 2pm next Thursday. I did enquire as to the reason for the meeting but was unable to get any more information out of her. After the phone call I tried a 1471 but was advised that the number had been withheld so I could not trace the call. As the day grew closer I became anxious as to the reason for the meeting. I had checked the address I had been given and it appeared to be a good 30 minutes bus ride away from my home so it shouldn’t be too much of a problem. The day finally arrived and I decided to dress casually, I picked up my keys and headed down to the bus stop in good time. The bus arrived at 1:15 which gave me plenty of time before my appointment. I arrived at the address well before 2pm. I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. After a short wait a young woman opened the front door, she was wearing a black and red corset which also had a very short PVC skirt attached and black PVC tights, she asked me for my name and then ushered me inside before closing the door.

Motel Room Meeting 5

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part 5 - Saturday Evening

I had to say, it was not a pretty sight. At least I would have said it, if not for the gag in my mouth. Black hose led up from the black open-toed shoes, interrupted by horizontal lines of white rope at the ankles and above and below the knees, all neatly cinched. The black skirt was barely long enough to cover the tops of the hose, and white rope was threaded through the belt loops at the waist. More rope above and below the breasts pressed the white button-down shirt so tight that you could tell it covered a black bra even if the buttons hadn’t been open far enough to see the front clasp. A black collar with D-ring in front matched the black ball gag which stretched dark red lips. Dark brunette hair fell across the forehead, covered most of the ears, and cascaded to about the middle of the neck. It should have been quite a sight, but even the expert makeup application by Fran couldn’t hide the fact that this was a man dressed as a women.

Motel Room Meeting 6

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part 6 - Sunday Morning

It was still dark when the women got up on Sunday. This time, I got the first shower, with Fran assisting again, then Barb and Julie showered in that order. Julie helped Fran dress me and Barb helped with the makeup. I had a bit of a knot in my stomach, sure something I wasn’t looking forward to was in store for me. Today I was dressed in a black button-down dress, held with a black cloth belt, and so short it barely covered my ass cheeks. It was opened to show my black bra, stuffed with the breast forms. Sheer pantyhose, with no panties, covered me from the waist down and I once again wore the low heels. The wig was the last detail to go on, securely stretched over my head so it wouldn’t come off. I was once again a transformed into a man dressed as a woman, my hands were tied behind my back, and we headed for the door.

Derek's Downfall

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Derek Tyndal was a hard man to work for. But he was even harder to live with. His long suffering wife Kath would sit by meekly and indulge him. Derek was heavily into bondage of all sorts. Hogtie, suspension, packaging, straight jackets, mummification. You name it, he did it.

He had decided one night he would wrap his wife up in tape. Once he had done that he had gone out to the bar and got drunk and had finished up in the cells for the night leaving his wife to suffer. The sergeant asked if he had anyone who could bail him out, but he was so drunk he was incomprehensible. Kath was left wriggling all night trying to get out of the tapes. But that did not bother him. He was the breadwinner and she would have to put up with it.

Krissy Bound in Public

Thu, 18 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I have read a lot of stories about self bondage. I am pretty good at it myself. Here is a true story.

My bondage fun started a long time ago, and to this day I get to enjoy it on a regular basis. I decided to try some self bondage in public. The fear of getting caught is a real thrill. Still I had not planned on getting caught, but the possibility is always there! As I always want to be the damsel in distress and I do dress and pass as a female in public I got this idea….

The Statue

Wed, 10 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Dave and Cherie planned to get married. Dave was an amateur mime act who had the knack of becoming a statue by remaining perfectly still for hours. Cherie was a computer programmer. She earned a lot more than Dave. His main job as self employed was as an electrician.

Dave had no work going so decided that he would go to Edinburgh and appear in the street as a statue. “They make a lot of money during the festival” he told Cherie. Cherie said she would not go, but if that is what he wanted, then she would not stop him.

Special Delivery 8: Tables Turning!

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 7

Chapter 8: Tables Turning!

Although she knew that he was now asleep, she quite enjoyed her position, but she withdrew, unsnapping her collar and then pulling out her sweaty head. She then pulled off his slave pants and tucked his cock and balls back in his suit. There was much to do!

She thought he looked quite cute, lying there in his deep sleep, his handsome face, what she could see of it, in repose. She decided it was time to see his face; an unmasking was needed. She wanted to look at her captor, and she pulled off his mask. Well, he was really very handsome; she didn’t expect an ogre but he would turn heads, that’s for sure. He had mousy short hair, high cheekbones, no jowls and a faint beard line, a little androgynous, but very sexy. So what was the problem?

Special Delivery 9: Rubberman's Further Education

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 8

Chapter 9: Rubberman’s Further Education

She kept him in the suit for the next three days!

The days took on a pattern. She worked him in the garden, digging, and pruning and generally doing any manual labour she could find for him. The chains never came off and the suit remained on him. She fed him twice every day, as he knelt in front of her. To weaken his defences and to continue with his humiliation she continued with the laxatives and every day the bags would fill up and be a further burden on him as he worked in the garden. She changed his inhalation casket every few hours and to spice it up she would place her own sodden panties or one of her masks inside. The doughnuts stayed sealed up against his sphincter and the catheter was changed daily.

The Box

Thu, 09 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Linda and I had been together for almost a year now and it was going to be our first Thanksgiving together. We were initially drawn to each other for love, but since then our kinky sides have drawn us even closer, not taking the step to marriage yet, but it could happen at any time.

Two weekends ago, Linda gave me a rough drawing of a box she wanted me to construct. It actually looked sort of like a coffin. It was 24” wide, 18” high and 78” long. It had a lid that was on 4 hinges that locked closed with 3 separate hasps. It sat up on a 2x4 base and had several air holes drilled into the bottom of it. On the inside it had been reinforced with 2x2 lumber at all the seams, allowing me to easily and securely attach eye bolts all around the edges, top and bottom. I even built in a little pillow but being of wood, it wasn’t necessarily comfortable; it simply supported my neck a little better. Notches were made in the upper reinforcements allowing for several crossbars at different strategic locations to be put across the width of the box. This would allow Linda to dangle things from them or tie things up to them. I could only imagine what she had planned, but one crossed over my face, one over where my chest would be and another spanned across my crotch.

Motel Tales: Rest Assured

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Motel Tales: Rest Assured or (How I Learned to Appreciate Free Time on a Business Trip)

Like many of the writers on Gromet’s web page, I have been tying myself up for many years. In my case, the time spans about four decades, which is probably a larger time-span than for most of those other writers. It was a great delight to find the self-bondage page because I had no idea that such a fascinating repository of experience existed. To discover that there is apparently a world of self-binders out there who are as interested in writing about the subject as I am, and who are apparently at least as kinky and inventive as I am, too, is quite exciting. It doesn’t take a lot of brainpower to ascertain that some of the postings are fictional, but I am sure that a not insignificant fraction of them are probably true experiences. And despite my many years of experience, I have already gleaned some interesting new ideas.

Angie and Jenny's Mummy

Fri, 09 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Greg Matthews enjoyed being a company rep, especially with the freedom of activity that came with being away all over the country for weeks at a time. He was a pretty athletic sort of individual, well built, but given more to personal prowess rather than being one of his company’s sales team, and possessed of a streak of male vanity that almost begged a challenge from the fates. And one day the fates decided to answer the challenge.

Caught!

Tue, 07 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000

I had always been into Self Bondage even before I really knew what I was doing. The feeling of being tied up tight and being completely helpless turns me on so much. Once I moved on campus at Santa Clara University I started playing more and more but I had to be careful to do it only when my room mate was out of town. I also had to keep all my stuff hidden, which luckily wasn’t that much stuff.. Soon I found that being dressed up in lingerie and other sexy clothes turned me on even more. I’m not gay, and I’d never want to be with another man, but I did enjoy being dressed in short skirts with tight lingerie underneath.

Caught!

Tue, 07 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000

John's Seduction

Tue, 19 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000

John was a young lawyer, and while very successful and well paid, his two real interests in life were physical training and rubber. He visited the health club at least three times a week, and his home was well furnished with rubber clothing and bed sheets. All his time at home was spent alone in rubber. He yearned for rubber companionship, but every woman with whom he started a relationship departed as soon as he tried to introduce them to his interest in rubber. He was convinced that his life in rubber was to be a lonely one. He had a strong sex drive, spent his evenings dressed in rubber and watching rubber videos, and then retiring to his rubber bed to release his built up passion.

Deadlier Than The Male

Fri, 18 Mar 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Deadlier Than The Male by Rbbral Part Four Chapter Thirteen

Later, downstairs Tom woke to shouting.

“Wakey, wakey, naughty Toni, you overslept and didn’t report at 5 o clock to us. Now it is ten past, and look, no make-up. Toni’s going to be disciplined.” They pulled him off the bed and took him over to the vaulting horse, bending him over it and started to strap him down on it. They spread his stocking encased legs and strapped them tightly, then his unresisting arms and then across his back, pushing his false boobs into the leather top. Once he was unable to move at all Jo pushed his face into the thick facemask at the head of the horse and he opened his mouth and accepted the plug gag without resistance, while she pulled the straps over his bonnet and tightened them.

Deadlier Than The Male

Fri, 18 Mar 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Deadlier Than The Male by Rbbral Part Three Chapter Nine

She pulled them into the kitchen and ordered them to wait, then patted both their heads. Without the cock, balls and breasts it was difficult to tell who was who. But frankly, as dogs, did it really matter? They looked up at her through their small lenses, both of them finding her extremely sexy in her outfit. As they were so low to the floor, both had a good look up her short skirt and at her tight white panties. She saw them both do this and mischievously slapped their behinds, just pushing in the tails enough to elicit a grunt from them both.

Tricked, Transformed and Tied

Fri, 11 Mar 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Tricked, Transformed and Tied by Randi

By the time I started the fall of my second year of university, I was involved in a long running on-again-off-again thing with a lady named Lisa. She went to another school in the area, and lived at home with her parents. She was five feet seven inches tall, reddish-brown hair, and medium build. She was artistic, impulsive by nature, multi-faceted, and a lot of fun to be with.

Mommy's Surprise

Sun, 06 Mar 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Johnnie had been excited by rubber ever since he could remember. He had been raised by a mother that kept him in rubber pants and rubber sheets when he was an infant. He had learned to welcome the warm slippery feel of rubber as a comfort when sleeping in his crib. His mother also had draped a rubber sheet over her shoulder and lap to protect her clothes while nursing him, and his infant mind soon learned that the feel of rubber was the satisfaction of his need for love and nourishment.

Mother-in-laws revenge part 2

Fri, 07 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Mother-in-laws revenge)

Mother-in-laws revenge part 2 by Pete When Marlene had finished pleasuring her with my tongue she stood up and fastened her gown. She looked down at me ‘did you enjoy that?’ she asked. ‘Yes, Mistress’ I replied. She smiled and strode out of the room closing the door behind her. I lay motionless for a moment the skirt she had dressed me in had ridden up to my waist exposing my cock and balls and the suspenders and stockings she had put on me. I rolled on to my stomach and brought my ankles up to my wrists and began trying to free myself. After several attempts I managed to loosen the knot and with in a few minutes I had removed the rope from round my ankles. My legs were still tied together above the knee. I tried to wriggle my wrists to create some slack, but they were to tightly bound and were now beginning to hurt. I could not loosen the rope around my knees as she had knotted it at the front. After 20 minutes or so I gave up, I lay there on my stomach wondering what she had planned for me? She couldn’t possibly keep me tied up for 2 weeks, and as soon as she untied me that would be the end of her little game. I awaited her return. I could see the clock on the wall and after an hour had passed I heard the door to the lounge opening. Marlene walked back in, she had dressed now. She stood over me and placed her foot on my head digging the heel of her stiletto in. ‘What’s my name?’ she asked. ‘Mistress’ I replied. ‘Get up slave’ she ordered removing her foot from my head. I rolled over on to my back and sat up. After a minute or so I managed to get to my knees and then force myself upright. i nearly fell as i did so the ropes around my wrists and knees were hurting now. ‘Over here sit on the coffee table’ Marlene ordered. I waddled over to the coffee table and sat on it facing the sofa. Marlene undid the rope around my knees. I was relieved at this. ‘Spread your legs for me’ Marlene said. I did as i was told. Marlene pulled my left ankle out wide and tied it to the leg of the table and the same with the right. She stood in front of me leaned towards me an undid the blouse she had dressed me in earlier. She pulled it down over my shoulders exposing the black lacey bra. Marlene rubbed my nipples through the material, putting one hand down inside the cup or the bra to pinch it. ‘ow that hurts’ I yelped. She slapped me hard across the face. ‘Ow that hurts what?’ she asked. ‘Ow that hurts Mistress’ I said my left cheek stinging from the smack. ‘You speak only when spoken to, is that understood?’ ‘Yes Mistress’ She sat on the sofa facing me, kicking off her shoes she rested them on the table between my legs. As she did this i got a glimpse of her stocking tops the short skirt she was wearing rode up as she slouched on the sofa. ‘Thinking of escaping’ she asked ‘No Mistress’ ‘The truth please slave’ ‘Yes Mistress’ ‘Well you can forget all about that, your mine for the next 2 weeks’ ‘I don’t care if you show the video to Andrea, you being her mother I don’t think she would have anything to do with you if she knows what’s been going on mistress’ ‘I thought you might say that’ said Marlene. She got up and walked over to the other side of the room. She was behind me now and I couldn’t see what she was doing. ‘I’m going to have to gag you first’ said Marlene as the ball of the gag was pushed into my mouth. She buckled the strap behind my head. ‘How’s that feel’ she enquired. I tried to say it’s very tight mistress, but all that came out was a muffled mmmph.

Silkbound Slave

Mon, 20 Dec 2004 00:00:00 +0000

An alternative chapter from the classic book Miss High Heels which involves female domination, severe bondage with rope, silk scarves, bed linen and other laundry items of torment, and a hint of crossdressing.

This tale of cross dressing and bondage was inspired by the book Miss High heels, in which a young boy, Evelyn Beryl, so infuriates his governess with his behaviour that she conspires with his aunt and ward and resolves to turn him into a woman. Kidnapped by the pair, he undergoes a period of enforced feminization and bondage before being sent away to a girls school where he is conditioned both mentally and physically to think of himself as a girl. Now a grown young woman called Denise, he returns to his governess Miss Priscilla at the end of his schooling, where she resolves to further her control over him by keeping her as a young lady under her strict discipline………

A New Perspective

Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000

NOTE: My girlfriend doesn’t get what I get out of bondage. She tolerates it when I tie her up but won’t tie me up anymore. Like all things, the less you get something, the more you want it, the more I think I’m willing to try and the darker the fantasies get. That’s all this is I’m afraid to say; a work of fantasy. Who knows, I might get lucky; my girlfriend might read this and decide she wants to act it out. I’m also English so I use the word tights instead of pantyhose which I normally see on the site. Also, it was written to be one story but if the feedback is good, I might continue it.

The Sound of High Heels

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve been into self bondage ever since I was a teenager but all my scenarios have either taken place inside my parents house or my own home. I have always been fascinated with the idea of doing a SB scenario that would require me to be in a public or semi-public area. I have thought about a number of ideas over the years but have always chickened out right before starting the scenario. Well the other week I finally found a spot that I thought I could fulfill one of my fantasies.

The Sound of High Heels

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Rubber Bondage Slave 3

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Part Three

Chapter 5 - In which the explanations about the Rubber Bondage prisoners new life continues.

Along the wall beside the table was a long cupboard but I found the doors were locked. I could only guess that it contained more Rubber Clothing and no doubt more Bondage Equipment. I sat down on the chair and opened the folder again and read more closely the rules I would have to follow if I wanted to avoid being Punished. But it became very clear that I was an almost impossible task to memorise every rule in the time I had available to me. Some of the rules Mistress had already told me about, such as always addressing Her as ‘Mistress’.

Roxanne

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

I got home from work almost a hour early so that I could lay out the clothes that I planed on forcing my cunt of a wife to wear for me tonight. Cynthia doesn’t like dressing up one bit, she never has, but she does exactly what I tell her, or I slap the little slut silly. She would be getting home from the airport at about 6:00 p.m. and I wanted everything ready when she walked through the door.

Tight Fashions 1: Debbie

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Part One - Debbie

“Tight Fashions” was doing well, very well. In fact maybe a bit too well. Anna had set up the ’erotic boutique’ after leaving fashion school. Whilst she had been at college she had started to get interested in the fetish scene. Obviously, being in London, made it very easy for Anna to fuel her interest. By the time she graduated, it suddenly hit her that should could make a profession of her interests and three years later here she was.

Tight Fashions 2

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two - Byron

Anne turned to Laura and let out a sigh. It had only been a couple of weeks since Anne had sub-let some of her shop space to Byron and already she was beginning to regret it a lot. Sure, Byron’s ground rent and the extra custom were great, it was just that he was so annoying.

He had this real thing about going on about how women were wasting their role in the S&M scene. He reckoned there should be a lot more of them enjoying it, it gave women a real chance to be superior in their life styles and so on. Anne and Laura had discussed this with Byron and with each other, on their own, Anne and Laura were both convinced that it was because Byron was frustrated about not being able to find a girl who shared his interests. Not particularly unusual, but it happens.

Rubber Bondage Slave 2

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two

Chapter 3 - In which the Rubber Bondage prisoner finds a whole new world.

The first item I put on was a very thick re-inforced Rubber Corselette with built in prominent falsies, giving me about a size 38 bust. I had to breathe in deeply to get the front zip to close, and when I had secured the six Straps and buckles across the zip I found it difficult to bend over. I put on a pair of long Rubber Stockings, and attached the tops to the eight suspenders around the bottom of the Rubber Corselette. Next was a pair of knee length Rubber Knickers that were extremely tight fitting. They were made from thick, heavy Black Rubber and were cutaway at the front and at the back.

Something Different 2

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Something Different)_

_Something Different- Part 2 by prometheus_b Something Different 2by prometheus_b

My wife had left me in quite a predicament. My arms and legs were strapped to opposite ends of a very strange bench. My hands were encased in very strict latex mittens and my ass was raised towards the heavens. I had a four-inch posture collar around my neck, a thick leather blindfold covered my eyes, and my mouth was filled with an impossibly huge dildo. My balls were incased in a vibrating pouch and my cock was in a device my loving wife had named a ‘milker’. I had already orgasmed twice this night and I could feel a third slowly coming on. Every time I came, my cum traveled in a tube from the milker to the cock in my mouth, and I didn’t dare to miss a single drop. I didn’t know how my predicament could get much worse, but I knew it could.

Transvestites Punishment Bondage - Part 5

Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Transvestites Bondage Punishment)

Transvestites Punishment Bondage - Part 5 by Marylynn Transvestites Punishment Bondage - Part 5 by Marylynn

I was having a miserable night trying to get some sleep while bound so securely to the bondage bed that Bob had so cleverly designed. His ingenuity to make bondage so impossible to escape from had already been demonstrated by my experiences the day before. My arms still ached from the torture of having them bound closely together in an armbinder and raised by a winch while I was forced to remain almost motionless as Katie, my wife, assaulted me with a huge dildo and at the same time Bob forced his huge cock down my mouth and throat.

A Little Selfbondage 3

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 5: Joy Ride

As I hobbled out to the car I tried to figure out how I got in this fix. Kelly had changed her clothes. She had on a Blue lace-up leather corset and thigh high lace up boots with 5” heels. The corset had full cups on the breast that looked to be satin but was very thin fabric. Her hard nipples looked like they were trying to push through. The corset was trimmed in black and was heavily boned. She had leather lace up panties on with shinny blue tights on her legs. That is what leg you could see above the boots. So I hobbled along following this Goddess in leather to God knows where.

A Little Selfbondage Part 3: Joy Ride

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Little Selfbondage Part 2: Something New)

Part 3: Joy Ride

Parole or Punishment?

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Parole or Punishment? by Yoni Steele Parole or Punishment? By Yoni Steele Part 1

It was a rather pleasant, spring Sunday evening. I had only been in town for a few hours and was enjoying a lovely walk along the somewhat deserted streets in a city shutting down for the night, thinking about my plans for the up-coming week. It was the start of what I felt was a hard-earned vacation, and I was looking forward to seeing the sights. I had been to Washington, DC, many times before, but it had always been for business. The museums and monuments had been tantalizing when I had driven around after those business meetings; but it was always too late to do anything on those occasions, other than enjoy the wide variety of cuisine in the numerous restaurants. So for the first time I found myself with the opportunity to do whatever I wanted. My agenda for the next six days included lots of places to visit, but as it was a Sunday evening, I had nothing scheduled other than wandering around.

My First Session With A Strap-On

Tue, 01 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000

My wife and I had practiced a little bondage play ever since we moved into our house. As punishment for little and big infractions, I would clean the house in a maid’s outfit - - short skirt and fishnet hose - - while wearing leg irons and, maybe, handcuffs. If I was cutting the grass in the secluded part of the yard, she would put my leg irons on and handcuff me to the mower. One evening I had to take a leak, so I went to the porch in the secluded area, pulled down my shorts and underwear, and took a leak. It is so comfortable there - - the railing is at the right height that I can rest my privates on top of it while I piss. I had done it many times before, only this time my wife came around the corner of the house and saw me do it. She’s always looking for an excuse to punish me, and she sure had one here. She told me the punishment would start after it got dark; I could hardly wait. After dinner, she walked into the room carrying two sets of handcuffs and two leg irons. And told me to strip. We went out onto the porch and she told me to put my arms on the railing about a foot out from my body, and she locked them in place with the handcuffs. Then she told me to do the same with my legs and the leg irons were locked. But that wasn’t all. She left and returned with a short length of clothesline, after which she stood behind me, pressed me against the railing with my privates laying on top, and wrapped the rope around my privates and the railing. A good double-knot and I was not going to move without a lot of pain. Then she put a cup on the ground and told me that I was going to stay in that position until I filled the cup with urine! This was a potential problem - - not only did I have to produce that amount of urine but I also had to hit the cup, and without my hands to guide my cock, I may have already been doomed to failure. She returned a couple of hours later. The cup was still dry. “Did I want some water to drink and improve my chances?”

Evil Step Sister

Sun, 22 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Evil Step Sister - Part I by Hershel Shaeffer Evil Step Sister by Hershel Schaeffer

My name is Sean. When I was sixteen we lived in a middle class home in a small town in Indiana. There are five of us my mother, my step-father, my 20 year old sister Sara, my 17 year old step sister Darcy and of course myself. Yes, my stepfather was an asshole. My Mom was nice enough. Sara attends the community college. She was very sweet, absolutely gorgeous, and was one of the most popular girls in high school. Her senior year she was even selected the homecoming queen. Darcy on the other hand was a freaky nasty bitch on her best day. It gave her great pleasure to make me as miserable as possible. She was tall, even a little taller than me at 5’9”. She wasn’t unattractive. It was just really hard to tell, because her style was so freakish. She would always dress in black accessorize with studded leather collars and bracelets, dark make-up and nail polish, an array of piercings and an assortment black wigs of varying lengths. A whole morbid-punk-goth sort of thing that fits right in with the group of freaks she hung out with. At home or at school we generally just tried to avoid each other.

A Visit To The Local Dungeon

Thu, 22 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

This is a 100% true story; it happened last night. I had seen an ad in the local free paper for ‘domination in the suburbs’, so one time I called and asked what kind of dungeon they had. “Fully equipped”, they said. I wasn’t interested in paying for a dungeon session, especially since two previous attempts elsewhere were very unsatisfying. But I did want to pay them a visit, and did last night. My wife was out of town for the weekend. I was going to a play in a theatre, which was halfway from home to the dungeon. Now was the time! Before I left home, I put on the bottom layer - - a pair of very tight female trunks, which are so tight that I had to cut out the crotch to keep from a lot of pain from the pressure on my balls. Over that, a pair of boy leg trunks (female style so they are snug in the crotch, but not uncomfortable). And then my regular clothes. I had also generously lubricated my asshole with Noxema. After the play, I went to a stall in the men’s room and pulled down my pants. I decided that it was a good idea to take a leak, even though not doing so would add to the pressure, I worried about doing it when I was in the car. Then I took a butt plug out of my pocket and inserted it; this was a five-inch rubber plug and to keep it in place, I had glued a short piece of plastic pipe onto the end. I pulled up the inner panties and then the outer trunks, putting in an athletic cup. I then went out to the car and pulled into a corner of the parking lot for the rest of the preparation. I removed the rest of my clothes. The first new item was a bodysuit, which used to fit but now is too snug to secure the snaps. However, it did fit over my body and served one purpose - - the cowl at the top could form a hood. Then a pair of white tights; I wanted to use black but couldn’t find them. And white would serve to accentuate the rest of the outfit. After that, a black turtleneck leotard. The clothing was on; now for the accessories. First, a collar. A tag in front read ‘I’M TAKEN. Property of Mistress Clair.’ I took a padlock and secured both the collar and the leotard’s zipper in back. I knew once I clicked the lock that I was stuck until I got home, because that’s where the key was. And then a one-inch belt which closes with a hasp. At that point, I stopped and drove to the location. I drove back and forth a couple of times; I didn’t want to use their parking lot because they could see that I could drive and this would defeat the image I was trying to present. I had two choices, parking in a shopping center across the street or in an adult bookstore 100 yards down the street but on the same side. This is a major road so I picked the latter. (Traffic was already sporadic, coming in bunches as traffic lights down the way turned green, and then nothing.) I put the car keys into my sock; the bulge was not noticeable. Then I got out and walked to the side of their building where I finished the preparation. A ball gag with a label dangling from the front, ‘SASSY MOUTH - Do Not Open Until Midnight.’ And a pair of leather hasp cuffs; I hid the key for the padlock under my crotch, which was within easy reach and not at all noticeable. I put on the gag and locked the cuffs to the hasp from the belt. And then I went in. I handed them a note which ‘my mistress’ had written, telling them ‘I’ needed a place to park my slave on Thursday night, and to show me the dungeon so I might report back to her. (once I take the gag out of his sassy mouth.) The three scantily dressed women had a bit of trouble figuring out what the note meant but with my grunts and, at one time, my attempt to write on paper when my wrists were locked together, they understood. They showed me the dungeon, which was small but had a rack, a square board with manacles in each corner, and a pillory. They gave me the price and I left. I got around the corner and tried to unlock my cuffs but couldn’t seem to manage it. So I walked back to the car, and found there was another car parked next to me, and there was a man in the driver’s seat! I know I gave him quite a show as I fumbled with the car keys and then got inside. I finally managed to get the cuffs lock open, then removed the gag from my aching jaws. It was a disappointing session, but one would never know until one tried it. None of the three girls seemed to be interested in what I was wearing; none of them ‘played along’ by looking at the tag dangling from my collar nor the tag on the gag. (That one was in large type so maybe they could read it without seeming to.) I had thought of wearing a pair of leg irons but considering where I was parked, I decided not to - - even though I could have released myself from them outside the building. I wonder what this addition might have brought in their attention. I could also have put a lock on the gag but the only other lock I had was a mate to the one with the key at home, and I was 30-40 minutes away from home. (But I was also hoping that maybe they would notice the gag was not locked and remove it so I could communicate . . . but that was asking too much.) I got home, released the collar, and took a well-deserved piss. Then I thought that since the outfit was so comfortable, I would wear it to bed. The only thing I took off was the bodysuit, which was too snug for sleeping. Yes, I kept the butt plug in, though I did take it out for a refresher on Noxema. On the way home, I thought of how much fun it would be to return to the mini-dungeon but for an overnight session. I would walk in with wrists handcuffed behind my back and the leg irons on, with the key for both dangling from the front of my collar. They would put me into the dungeon and I would plan to stay past the shift- change - - the place is open 24 hours a day. And when the new shift arrived, the departing one would tell them of the occupant of the dungeon, and they would come in a torment me. Since their slogan is ‘Be our naked playmate, or we’ll be yours’, someone could also remove my trunks and then they could all tease me about my lack of endowment . . . . and chain me up totally naked and exposed to view, and my being unable to do anything about it . . . . . .

Sue's Idea

Thu, 22 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Sue’s Idea by ChainedInSatin Terry’s Idea By ChainedInSatin In their last adventure, Sue had undergone an unexpectedly long session at the hands of Terry. Although in fairness, the experience had been a pleasant one for her. She had been strapped to a diabolical chair of Terry’s own devising. Every orifice plugged and connected to numerous diabolical machines. And he had left her like that for three days! Unable to escape the machine forced her to multiple orgasms and extreme stimulation, her bound body, clad in a corset and bridal gown, wanting to escape but unable to do so. Sue must have her revenge.

Worst Nightmare

Mon, 05 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Worst Nightmare by Nikki Saindon Worst Nightmare By Nikki Saindon

It was a stormy night and due to his wives fear of driving in the rain John was home alone tonight. His wife Amanda was scared to drive in the rain after having that terrible accident many months ago. She decided to stay with her girlfriend Linda at her house. John received the call around 8:35 P.M. from Amanda stating she would stay over Linda’s as long as the rain continued. He knew this was his chance. It was supposed to rain all night.

Spring Break Discovery

Mon, 14 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Spring Break Discovery by JC

The day had been pretty boring at college. I couldn’t wait till I got home. I knew today would be the day. Both parents would be gone, and I just received my package in the mail. As if it weren’t great enough, tonight was the first night of spring break. My parents wouldn’t be gone for only one night, but they were taking a vacation and leaving me home alone to house sit. Being the mature twenty-one year old I am, they trusted me.

Bound to Return

Wed, 26 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000

12th September.

The surgery waiting room was deserted. The two men stood in the surgery itself, shaking hands and swapping envelopes. The deal was done.

John Rose walked out of the doctors’ surgery with a smug, contented expression. He was a very rich man, but money couldn’t buy him the things he had wanted, until now.

The doctor, Jamie, was a lifelong friend of John’s, and one of the country’s top surgeons, although only in his mid thirties. He was financially well off, but didn’t have the millions his friend John had in the bank.

Peasant Girl in Self-Bondage

Thu, 06 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Peasant Girl in Self-Bondage by Hershel Schaeffer

Here is an original story I’ve written. Use it on your site if you want to. I will also be posting it on the Dreambook “Caught in self bondage site” as well. This is partI Peasant Girl in Self-Bondage Hershel Schaeffer

As long as I can remember, seeing a woman tightly bound caught my attention. Although, I don’t know exactly why, around the age of 14 or 15 years old I began to experiment with tying my wrists together to see how it could be done to prevent escape. The idea progressed to the point where I had the uncontrollable desire to know what it felt like to be completely and helplessly bound. As strange as it may sound it seemed perfectly natural to me that the most appropriate and exciting way to do this would be to dress myself in girl’s clothing. My sister, Brittany, is just a year younger than I am. Although I was quite a bit taller than she was, I was a very slender young man at the time. As such her clothes fit me reasonably well.

Bound by Love

Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

SATURDAY 10:00AM

I stood in our bedroom, naked, staring at the clothing my wife had laid out for me. I had to do it; I had to put it on. We had made a bet, after all, and I had to go through with it.

This all started about a week before. We were spending a quiet night at home watching a cheesy movie on cable. It was a comedy about a group of students on a college campus. The plot involved something about pranks and at one point this pretty blonde cheerleader had been “kidnapped” and left blindfolded, gagged and tied to a chair in a dorm room. She didn’t even struggle; she just sat there making little whimpering sounds through her gag.

slaveslut Sonja

Sun, 24 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Hi, I’m Eric, also known as slaveslut Sonja. I’m from the Netherlands, and I would like to share my week in special bondage with you. Perhaps my English is not always perfect, but I hope you understand and I hope you like my story, which in fact really happened two weeks ago.

I knew it would be a very special holiday. I knew it Friday night when my wife said she was finished.

Surprise Weekend

Sun, 22 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Surprise Weekend by Rawl

Hi all; I wanted to relate to something my girlfriend and I did about 2 years ago. First I must explain we have a very busy 7-year-old girl. This along with the shift work my girlfriend works puts a strain our play time. So it came as a pleasant surprise when her youngest from a previous marriage offered to take our little girl for the weekend. What made it even better was the fact that my girlfriend had the weekend off. I was sure we could find something to do.

Out of Control

Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The following is a true story of actual events in my teen years, and if there’s an interest in hearing more, I can continue!?

It was an act of simple curiosity, nothing more, nothing less I think, but the day I saw my sister dressed in sexy underwear, I knew I wanted to try wearing it also. I was 18 at the time and had two sisters, Rachel 21, and Becky 19, I always had to show my ID to prove I was 18 as I looked younger & smaller for my age. Rachel had recently left home to live with her best friend whilst at university. Becky had shared a room with Rachel before she moved out, and this room was all hers now. Things always seem unfair when you’re the youngest, and this situation was no different. Becky had the biggest room with a spare bed for when her friends came to stay, and Rachel had left her loads of clothes and stuff when she moved out, some for keeps, and others that she could use ‘til Rachel finished university. What did John (that’s me!) get out of this… nothing!

Out of Control

Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The following is a true story of actual events in my teen years, and if there’s an interest in hearing more, I can continue!?

Dana's Revenge Pt2

Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Dana’s Revenge)_

_Dana’s Revenge -Part 1 Dana’s Revenge Part 2 by Tweak

As Dana left the room after releasing my bonds I quickly jumped up and rubbed my sore ass. I also removed the butt plug which was killing me. I knew that the clock was running and I didn’t have much time. I hurriedly pulled on a pair of jeans and socks to cover up the pantyhose I was wearing. I took off the bra put on a shirt and headed out the door with little time to spare. Dana was waiting for me in the car.

Sandra's Slave

Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

I will probably die soon, suffocating in my mistress’s pussy. She will die also, gagged on my penis. She took a game too far and we both are suffering the consequences. Years ago, it started when she began to dominate me, her desire all along. Little steps like handcuffs, blindfolds. She moved onto role-playing, and soon I was her lesbian lover, dressed in high heels and corsets, bound in stockings and wigs and leather.

The Big Night

Wed, 12 Sep 2001 00:00:00 +0000

It’s not often that I get the place to myself for a weekend. So when my wife planned a trip back east I began to plan a ‘session’ for myself. When I get time alone, I like to put together and enact a current sexual fantasy to actually experience what I daydream about. I want to do more than imagine my fantasy; I want to actually see what it feels like. And this time I’d thought I’d write a running account of it. My greatest fantasies involve self-feminization and self-bondage; I like to feel like a girl and I like feeling helplessly exposed. This time I’ve prepared myself for a night as a big-breasted girl wearing petticoats and high heels.

"Latex Is a Girl's Best Friend"

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When my equilibrium finally corrected itself, I smiled in satisfaction. It worked. I’d arrived at the correct time and place. One hundred years into the past takes a lot out of a young man, especially when working with prototype equipment. But perhaps the university will forgive my borrowing of fledgling technology to fulfill a personal fetishistic quest.

I slipped from the corner I’d silently materialized in, and made my way through the people on the movie set, wondering at my surroundings. It was a far different cry from my own era. I moved about unnoticed, inconspicuous in the trench coat and fedora hat I wore, a style that matched those of the men of the time. No one even noticed the overly wide case I carried, thinking me just another extra on the movie set carrying props.

A Controlled Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Forward and disclaimer

The devices, programs, gadgets, toys, apps, and websites in this story are real. The use of their brand names and products allowed through nominative fair use. The potential for them to be used in the ways they are in this story really does exist. Research has been conducted to ensure the accuracy and efficacy of these items to make this story as realistic as possible at the time of writing. I apologize for any updates, changes, modifications, or changes in availability of any these items that will render their capabilities to vary from that shown in the story. The characters here are fictional and any likeness or similarity to real people is purely coincidental.

A Controlled Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Controlled Life)

Part 2

Chapter Five

Princess Dee then set to work on Tom’s computer. The first thing she did was open Google and did a search for “sharp keys”. This was a key remapping program that she had used previously with other slaves. It allowed one to easily change the function of a key in the computer’s registry. She quickly installed it onto Tom’s computer and ran the program. She had to right click on it and choose ‘Run as Administrator’ and then enter her password to do so. Tom no longer had the capability of installing or uninstalling anything on the computer now that he was a Standard User.

A Controlled Life 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Controlled Life)

Part 3

Chapter Nine

Princess Dee created several goals for Tom; they included ‘DreamLover ChronoVault’ for four hundred and ninety nine dollars, ‘DreamLover 2000 Pro’ for one thousand four hundred and ninety nine dollars, ‘Tiffany’s new wardrobe’ for one thousand dollars, and ‘D-Link camera system’ also for one thousand dollars. Tom was flabbergasted; he didn’t know what these DreamLover things were and he couldn’t believe that Princess Dee was going to make him spend all this money. He continued to watch on dumbfounded as Princess Dee then set time periods for each of these to be accomplished. When she did, Mint.com then calculated how much Tom would have to set aside each month to reach those goals.

A Controlled Life 4

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Controlled Life 3)

Part 4 Chapter Twelve

Tom set the three packages down on the floor next to the desk and was about to sit down in the chair when Princess Dee interrupted him.”Before you sit down slave you had better gather up all of your receipts from this week. We will also be looking at what you spent and matching it up to your Mint.com account.”

A Controlled Life 5

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Controlled Life 4)

Part 5

Chapter Fifteen

‘Slaves must worship the temple that is their Owners’ body.’

‘Orally serving one’s Owners is a privilege and an honor.’

‘Serving one’s Owners orally is not a sexual act; but an act of service’

‘’Being allowed to serve orally is the highest calling a slave can ever achieve.’

‘A slave will provide oral service in any context required; whether that be to provide arousal, completion, clean-up, or any other function requested or desired by its Owner.’

A Controlled Life 6

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Controlled Life 5)

Part 6

Chapter Nineteen

When David had completed making the changes to Tom’s computer, he informed Princess Dee that everything was set per her requests. Tom’s computer would automatically reboot after a power failure, and could not boot from any other drive other than its C drive, and the BIOS was now protected with the password that Princess Dee had told David to use.

“Excellent! Thank you so much for your assistance David. I look forward to using your services again in the very near future. Now put Tiffany back on the phone and I will tell her to follow you back to you an ATM to get your tip for you and then follow you back to your store once he settles your bill” Princess Dee said.

A Controlled Life 7

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Controlled Life 6)

Part 7

Chapter Twenty Two

“How… How did you get this number?” Tom asked.

“Does that really matter my slave? I don’t think so. I think the only thing that matters now, is what happens next.” Princess Dee said. “I am very disappointed in you, I was beginning to think that you were accepting what was happening. As I told you before I do not want to destroy your life, but I will if I must. Did you really think that you could just walk\away from me? I’ve put a lot of time and effort into giving you what you asked for and what you want; even if you aren’t fully aware of it.” Princess Dee said.

A Room for the Winter 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 2

He was crying as he squirmed on the stool… she was holding the cricket paddle tapping it in her hand… “Hmmm sweety… looks like you need a little motivation…” He was scratching at the floor with his rubber covered feet like a dog clawing on a wooden floor.

She grabbed him by his wrists which were connected to his collar… she pulled him to his feet…. spun him around and pushed him to his knees.. bending him over the stool… she pulled the strap over the stool and across his back… she pulled up the rubber skirt showing the white rubber ruffles… then pulled them up…. He looked back at her in her nurses uniform… she was planting her feet just to his left…. he saw her raise the cricket paddle….

A Room for the Winter 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 4

He woke up in a start.. to the sound of the alarm… it was 11:00am….exhausted… he was back… in his room… on his rubber covered bed … he rolled over and read the note she had left him..

“You had quite the time last night…. I’ve had to go into work at the hospital…. i’ll be home at noon for your usual milking.. please be ready…. and change into your uniform first…. i have something for you to do after”

A Star is Born 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Note: After I wrote A Star Is Born I received several emails from readers wanting Brian to get his just desserts after what he had inflicted on Sue. So here is a (very short) vignette of revenge.

He really should have known that the women, once they had got to know the full story of Sue’s introduction into his fetish film business, wouldn’t just sit back and accept it. Revenge would be on their minds and he was naïve not to have anticipated this. And once you get four girls together planning revenge, then look out. Frankly after what he had put Sue through, even though she was in the throes of robbing him, he pretty well deserved what was coming to him.

Beauty Makeover... And then some

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was traveling for a week on the road, checking things out and not having to deal with all my various employee’s. I am a regional supervisor and many times work from home and occasionally go out to check up on the work of my people. I can do this one on one or, as I had planned this week, following behind my people to make sure that their work is up to par without telling them I would be doing so. Sort of like leaving them to do their jobs but making sure that they really are. I decided that I could do this AND indulge in my favorite little hobby, dressing up enfemme. Of course, I also knew that if I did, given how masculine I looked in the face, that I would have to limit myself to night-time dressing and maybe taking a little drive in the car rather than spending all day enfemme, which I can do when I am working at home. Still, I figured I could at least enjoy some time.

Caged for Freedom 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Caged for Freedom)

Part Two

I awoke from a deep sleep. One that could only come from a very relaxed and satisfied place. Lying in bed, I reflected on what had happened to me over the last 24 hours and thought about the dull ache that still emanated from my arse. But more importantly, I wondered about what was to come!

Less than 12 hours ago, I had been an anal virgin and had been scared and trembling at the thought of having my butt plundered by a hard penis yet now, I was looking forward to it happening all over again. What was going on in my head?

Careful What you Sign up for

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

Part Two

The light was almost blinding as the door to the machine was opened. The restraints released themselves and Ashley was now there to remove the goggles and gag. As the posture collar was released and he was able to turn his head, he realized there were three other girls from her sorority there with her. Internally he knew he should be nervous being around them naked however it felt okay, a confidence and equality with the fact making it seem natural and alright. He stepped out of the machine getting a little support from Ashley as she carried him over to a chair. “Do you want a cigarette” she asked holding up a pack of his favorite brand. He hesitated for a moment then said no, disgusted almost with the habit he once had. “That’s very good, lemme go get you some clothes to put on, these three will keep you company till I come back” she said as she put the cigarettes away and went out of sight to a locker.

Careful What you Sign up for

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part two

Part Three

“Come on ladies, I need to pick up some stuff before the party, it’ll only take a second and I know y’all want to look around too” Misty exclaimed taking Matty’s hand and pulling him towards the store. It was the one place on campus Matty had never been for a number of reasons. For starters he wasn’t interested in most of the products that they sold in this particular store because the internet gave him unlimited access to anything he might need from the store but much more privately. Secondly he was far too embarrassed to be seen coming or going from the store that was parked at the end of Greek row despite how busy it was on a regular basis and the fact he probably wouldn’t be recognized. Lastly, being an adult novelty store on campus, it was a rarity. For years the school had tried to have the store shut down, moved, or straight up bought out but the student body and particularly the Greek row had fought vehemently to keep the sex store open despite the taboo image it had on the campus image.

Dale - Work in progress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Oops!” Connie said holding up the pair of emerald green panties.

“Somebody lost something. How does that happen? How do you lose socks and find other people stuff in your wash?”

She grinned and tossed the panties on the shelf.

“Uh, those are mine.”

Connie blinked at him. “Yours?”

“Mm.”

“Yours as in you have a thing for women’s panties? Sneak through back yards, pulling them off clotheslines?”

“No. No, I wear them.”

Dale V2.0

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Dale - Work in progress)

Dale V2.0

Dale fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other. He had to pee, but didn’t dare. Dressed as he was he’d have to use the women’s room and he had an irrational fear that when they checked his ID and saw he was male, well, there’d be trouble. Last thing he wanted was a strip search by another guy.

As if reading his mind Connie said, “What’s the matter?”

Dana's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Dana’s Revenge Part 1 by Tweak

“Dana, I’m sorry. But I don’t think that we should be together anymore.”

“What, do you mean John? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Dana, I just think it would be best for both of us if we spent time apart and saw other people. At least for a while.”

“What the hell does that mean? What do you mean spend time apart and see other people?”

Desire Boutique Part 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Desire Boutique Part 1)_

Desire Boutique Part 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Desire Boutique Part 2)_

Finishing School 10

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Ten

At the end of the meal we dispersed, the girls and the prefects to their various dormitories to change. Miss Broad had earlier talked of the afternoon’s “activities” and everyone was to participate. I had an idea what their “activities” may be but kept quiet; nothing, absolutely nothing surprised me about this place any more.

Sarah, Emma and I returned to Emma’s room, and sat dutifully on the side of the bed as Emma began to collect our clothes for the afternoon. My backside still stung a bit but the cool rubber of the sheet helped assuage it. Our clothes were to be identical. Emma said.

Finishing School 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two

I slept quite fitfully through the night, visions of Sarah being forced into rubber and beaten continually passing through my mind. I left a crack at either end of the roller doors, one to look out onto Sarah’s room and the either presumably to another dormitory.

I was awoken by ringing bells and lights coming on; and the door at the other end opened and I could see ten beds, five each in a line. The girls were rousing themselves. The prefect who had opened the door was already dressed in her uniform. At the end of the room was a row of sinks and the girls one by one were filling hot water bottles they had got from their bedside cabinets. I found it odd that they were filling them and not emptying them, and then I saw them putting liquid soap from the dispenser into the bottles. This was done in complete silence; clearly this was a routine that they had been through before. They were still dressed in their pyjamas and now stood to attention by their beds holding their bottles. The prefect returned with a tray of rubber tubes and it was then that I figured out that the girls were going to be given a mass enema!

Finishing School 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Three

We walked back in procession to the main hall. Miss Broad led, jauntily whacking her thigh with her whip. Emma followed, swaggering in front of me, turning round and admiring her handiwork, and I followed, tethered at the waist to her wrist, tottering still on my three-inch heels, my rubber sheathed legs tethered by a 14 inch chain. But I did feel as if I was getting more used to the heels, slowly, and was beginning to swing my hips a bit, the flared skirt whirling around my thighs.

Finishing School 4

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Four

It was a strange sensation as I left the gym, surrounded by six very attractive young women and two prefects, all in latex. They made me the centre of attention and I was first embarrassed but then began to take pleasure that they should show so much interest. We walked languorously back in the now strong sun. I noticed almost at once the girls who had been beaten in wrestling or by the cane showed no animosity to the other three, although they didn’t know precisely who had beaten whom. With the prefects they were fairly cool; they knew the power they wielded and were keen not to transgress any lines. Emma was happy and at ease, proud of her little plaything (me). We passed the old schoolyard where the two girls I had seen earlier in tennis whites had finished and now joined us, so we were now a group of eleven and quite a jolly group. We arrived at the showers and toilets and without warning we all went inside. I hesitated at the door but Emma said.

Finishing School 5

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Five

We must have drifted off to sleep for a while but I awoke with Sarah’s whispering in my ear, her tender cheek resting against mine.

“Turn over,” she said, “turn over.” In my half sleep I turned over the tight collar of the rubber bag we were locked in stretched and adjusted as I twisted round. Still half asleep I wondered what she was playing with behind me. She started to slip on top of me and my head is pressed into the rubber pillow. I felt her weight on top of me and she gently took my wrists and then cross them behind my back and grip them firmly.

Finishing School 6

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Six

I pulled the car in front of the gym and was delighted to see Sarah and her new “friends” emerge from their ballet class. I looked at Amanda, my new minder, and she smiled and nodded. I gave her my cape and approached Sarah, who saw me and gave me a sly grin.

“I was hoping you were going to accompany me in my exercises.”

“I would have loved to but….I was unavoidably detained on another exercise.” Amanda grinned and Sarah got the message. She was now wearing standard issue rubber panties, blouse, tunic with short flared skirt, gloves, stockings and high heels.

Finishing School 7

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Seven

The early afternoon drifted on very pleasantly. After all the exertions of the morning, the subjugation, transformation and transporting of Peter (as Petra) and the strenuous bondage class, I was happy to watch the latex making class.

The two prefects in charge were very skilled, and gave methodical instructions in the thickness and quality of the latex sheeting, how to cut it and then in great detail how to stitch and glue. I didn’t expect the pupils to take such an interest in all this but they showed great enthusiasm in the selection of colours, for there were the colours of the rainbow available, and in the designs. It was clear that the school had quite an industry here; not only did they seem to make all their own clothes but had quite a manufacturing industry on the side, no doubt quite lucrative. I got the sense that the “factory” was in operation most days, turning out the most exotic, sexy garments, as well as some apparel to place the poor victim in the most serious bondage! After a time Emma, still sitting quietly next to me, placed her hand gently on my thigh and whispered.

Finishing School 8

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Eight

After the endeavours of the afternoon and evening I was hungry and very tired. I went to the dining room and it was empty. I passed into the kitchen and it too was empty but I helped myself to some fruit and a glass of milk and sat down on my own in the dining room. I felt a bit lonely, I had to admit, after all the excitement of the day. I was hot, sweaty and I needed a shower and some sleep. But just then a voice cheered me up.

Finishing School 9

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Nine

We were woken by the early sun and as we drifted in and out of that wonderful mid sleep/awake feeling Emma returned.

“Well I hope you are relaxed and rejuvenated at the same time, because we have a big day ahead.” She pulled back the rubber sheet and playfully slapped Sarah’s backside, now covered in her flimsy panties again.

“Poo, what a stink, I don’t even want to know what you have been up to, although I can guess. Okay, Sarah, up you get and off to Peggy, she’ll get you showered and dressed while I deal with this sleek seal here.” Sarah stood and bent over to give me a last kiss, then winked and left. I heard her run down the corridor; she must have been a fine sight in her yellow baby doll and panties!

Finishing School II Part 1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(Author’s Note: In “Finishing School” we first met Max and Sarah, as Max chose to make a clandestine night time visit to his former school. But he was to discover very quickly the school has changed considerably. It is now a school that takes in wayward girls and young women and exposes them to a form of discipline they could never have imagined. It is run by the stern Miss Broad and her prefects. To do this, they exercise well tried, stringent, and successful techniques of bondage and discipline. In addition however, and they find that the only material worn by the pupils and staff in the school is made of rubber. Shortly Max and Sarah are captured and subjected to the school’s rigid rules. At first Max rebels, as he is transformed into Maxine, but gradually both he and Sarah begin to appreciate the qualities of the smooth, shiny material and the school’s “facilities”. As he succumbs to his feelings and becomes more comfortable with his new environment, the school is visited by three friends of Miss Broad. These women are of a much tougher variety, and consider Miss Broad to be far too lenient with the pupils. Now, just as Max is getting used to the life there, the three women take a liking to him - and it looks as if Max is now in for a much tougher ride…….)

Finishing School II part 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two

It was a warm summer night but they were dressed to the nines – in rubber. All three wore full length hooded capes with only their faces exposed. Miss Broad looked calm and controlled, Emma quite uneasy, and Sarah downright uncomfortable, as well she may. Sigi kissed Miss Broad and then Emma, although she didn’t exactly return it. Sarah nodded shyly and tried to smile but Sigi laughed, gripped her shoulders and planted a big kiss on her lips. She looked shocked but did not wriggle away. Sigi was well aware of the power she seemed to have over these women and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Finishing School II part 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Three

When I awoke, I assumed it was morning, but the women above me had left to prepare for the next session. For a while I floated in my rubbery prison, then looked up to see three happy faces smiling down at me. I placed my balled fist to the transparent sheet, asking them silently to release me; they wouldn’t have detected any of my expressions in the mask, just a pair of eyes staring back at them. I saw them laugh at my position. I wasn’t uncomfortable really, but it was the feeling of utter helplessness. My masculinity, manhood, independence had evaporated within their hold.

Finishing School II part 4

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Four

It was early afternoon by the time we made it back to the flat. I was almost dragged from the car and back to the rubber room. Mia and Uta were there, chatting. Mia was dressed in a tight red rubber dress with a high mandarin collar, long sleeves and a slit up the skirt to mid thigh. She was heavily made up and looked fabulous. Uta was also striking, but in a different way. She wore shocking pink tights, and a bright pink bra – nothing else, a stunning apparition with her cute blonde hair. They saw Sigi was furious and she said to them.

Finishing School II part 5

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Five

I don’t know how long I was out, but I awoke still suspended from my wrists. I stared in a mirror and saw that I was wearing an anal spreader, and butt plug, together with the female mask, the cock gag and re-breather mask (the valve of which had mercifully been turned up to allow me considerably more air). But my tights, corset, heels, dress, posture collar and most important my pouch had gone. My backside was burning and Uta was applying a cool ointment to my rear, smoothing it evenly, quite enjoying herself. The salve was cool and worked wonders, and while this was going on I continued to breathe in the heavy rubber aroma.

Finishing School II part 7

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Seven

I drifted in and out of sleep and didn’t remember much of the night. As the sun rose and came through the single high window I started to gain my senses and looked to my side where I saw Sarah. She was still encased in the glass cube but her headgear had changed overnight. She still had the tight black and red rubber helmet but strapped around her nose and mouth she had an aviator’s mask, the hose of which led to an inhalation canister attached to the side of her glass box. I didn’t know what was in it, but I surmised it would be pungent rubber. Her cheeks were also puffed out and she was plainly well gagged underneath. The front of her mask was now covered in dried juices and I could only imagine how she had spent the night. She seemed to be asleep or at least dozing and I chose not to wake her.

Finishing School II part 8

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part Eight

We had plenty of time before Miss Broad and the others would come for a chat, and so we decided to renew our acquaintance! We lay back on the latex waterbed and pulled the latex sheet over us. It was wonderful being in the same bed as Sarah again, doing normal things. Don’t get me wrong, normal sex is just fine with me, and with Sarah it was sublime. But the added piquancy of the rubber made it so I never wanted it to stop. This was how I wanted it to be for us in the future, for good. In the dark, snuggled up under the sheet, all in a tangle of arms and legs and sweat, Sarah confirmed that it didn’t, it couldn’t get better than this. So in between having our mouths otherwise engaged in other activities and while catching our breath we discussed our future together.

Frankie's Fable 1: Tea With Mother

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: Tea With Mother

I am having tea with mother. I hate my mother. I didn’t used to but I do now, I have good reason and you will find out why.

Mother is the epitome of sang froid, the ultimate ice queen. She loves only one thing, money. Not family, not me certainly, nothing but money, and as far as she is concerned, you can never have enough. But now, today, maybe she has enough, even for her. She is celebrating the settling of her husband’s will, my father’s will. And it is supremely cruel of her to have me for tea on such a day. She is the sole beneficiary you see. It should have been me, was me really, but she took care of that, in another supremely cruel way, and this is my story.

Gone with the Wind

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

So here I am standing in the centre of town making myself look a complete fool! It all started when I got fed up and sprayed the town red. It took quite a few cans. I did the local sheriff’s car, the courthouse, the shopping mall. You name it, I sprayed it red. I was fed up. What is there to do in this hick town for a 19 year old boy?

House of the Rising Sun 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from House of the Rising Sun)

Part 2: Five Nights With Madame Pearl Day One Mistress Sun had asked me to stay at her house for the week while she was out of town on business. I gladly accepted, knowing how happy it would make my mistress. My first mistake came on Monday morning while I was attending to my morning erection. I was in Mistress Sun’s bathroom, eyes closed and completely oblivious to anything other than pleasuring myself when I heard a distinctly feminine cough. I opened my eyes to find Madame Pearl wagging a finger at me and giving me the evilest of grins I could imagine. She told me that I was pretty much fucked if I finished or not, so I closed my eyes and quickly completed my business.

I was Controled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This story is about diaper bondage ( Gay Themed )

First alittle back story. I was about 9 or 10 years of age when i discovered diapers again, i’m 43 now. So i have been wearing diapers off and on for a long time. In my late teens early 20’s i found adult diapers like attends. Well to say i liked diapers is a understatement i love the way they feel dry and wet. When i moved out on my own i found that i was a bit subbmissive feeling when diapered then i got a computer and the internet. I began to find porn sites and diaper sites and well you can guess what happened. I found that looking at bondage pics i would dream that it was me tied up but diapered.

Jane's Toy Part 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jane’s Toy Part 2)_

TEN

I tumbled about with her movements…

My captress, the Giantess Jane had declared that we were going out- “to the mall,” she had said, and for her convenience rather than my comfort she had simply and literally dropped me into her purse. I hit hard, my little four-inch body slamming on something hard and metallic, knocking the breath out of me in a gush. I bounced and rolled, wrapped up in almost a ball in my hog-tie, sliding deeper into the depths of her bag.

Jane's Toy Part 4

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jane’s Toy Part 3)_

SIXTEEN

I don’t know how long I spent on the floor at the feet of the Giantess Jane, she who now owned me, apparently. I was only now, after all the things that happened to me; the shrinking and experiments, the indignities and punishments to realize that my captress and her friends all considered me as less than human. Not a man any more, but more a pet or toy for their amusement.

Lightening can strike twice or more!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Tony and Jenny lived what they considered an idyllic life. Tony was 35 years old, 2m tall and good looking, he worked as an Investment banker in the City of London and Jenny was a P.A. to the CEO of a pharmaceutical company based near Paddington in London. She was two years his junior, slim with long auburn hair.

When they married 5 years ago they bought a small flat in Notting Hill. A couple of years later Tony received a substantial bonus and they decided to move to the country where they purchased a former estate worker’s cottage about 10 miles outside Oxford. Commuting was easy for both of them and the pressures of their work seemed to disappear as they headed home. The cottage had been in need of a serious amount of repair and refurbishment, but now they had a home they were proud of, and it was one they could show off whenever their friends came to stay, which was quite often.

Lost Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Erosboutique & Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004

“Full house,” I said triumphantly, laying down three kings and two tens.

“That’s very impressive, dear,” she said. “But I’ve got three aces and two jacks.” I stared in disbelief as she laid her cards on the table. “Let’s see, that means that I’ve won three hands, and you’ve won two. Hmmmm…. What shall I do with my winnings? I wonder….”

I laughed at her attempt to play coy. We both knew what her winning this tie-breaker meant: For the rest of the day, she would have total control over my body, and any disobedience on my part would result in some form of punishment, and if I really got out of line, she could decide that I forfeit the rights to my body for a second day in a row. I shuddered internally at the thought.

Mother-in-laws revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Mother-in-laws Revenge by Pete MOTHER-IN-LAWS REVENGE I had dropped my wife off at the airport, with the intention of picking up her mother, Marlene, who had been out at the time share my wife and her friends were now on there way to. However her flight was going to be delayed till the next day. So I set off back the short drive home.

On the way home I decided I now had the chance once again to do something I had not been able to do for some time. I had the keys for her mothers house a short distance from our own. I parked outside, unlocked the door and went straight upstairs to Marlene’s bedroom. Once there I knew exactly which drawer to open in her bedside chest.

My Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I can remember those care free days of my youth, when I was just a kid playing dress-up. Of course, playing dress up as a guy putting on my mother’s underwear and actually ENJOYING it was and still is slightly frowned upon in the “vanilla” world. And I have to admit that I started rather young, as we all seem to do, at a ripe age of about 10. Of course, it was not very often, since I did have to go to school and had a baby-sitter. But there were those times.

My Journey 2: Ten days later...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from My Journey)

Part 2: Ten days later…

It was a good thing that I had work to keep me occupied. It left me less time to worry about what I was going to do and whether or not I would be willing to wear a chastity device. A small part of me was worried and yet, there was that little voice actually telling me that maybe by wearing the device, I would actually start to feel those feelings that I had WANTED to feel. All I knew is that I was gradually getting more and more curious about all of it and finally decided that I would NEED to see her again.

My Odyssey Part 8: Betty's Story by As narrated

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from My Odyssey Part 7: Nurse Betty by 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!)

My Odyssey Part 9: My Second Day by As narrated

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from My Odyssey Part 8: Betty’s Story by As narrated)_

My Odyssey

As narrated by Anne-Marie Killamajiian, Wife of Ahmed, of the House of Mustaffa, the Diamond Merchant

My Odyssey Part Part 10: Meeting Edie by As narrated

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from My Odyssey Part 9: My Second Day by As narrated)_

My Odyssey

As narrated by Anne-Marie Killamajiian, Wife of Ahmed, of the House of Mustaffa, the Diamond Merchant

My Predicament

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_ This story is copyright to The Self Bound Latex Sub, and may not be reproduced either physically or electronically, or hosted on any other website, without the express permission of the author. Permission may be requested from sblatexsub@yahoo.com.au. ? My Predicament by Self Bound Latex Sub ? Well, what a predicament. I was blind, mute, and unable to move, and it was all my own fault. It just goes to show what can happen when you trust someone…oh well, I guess I was going to have plenty of time to think about my mistakes. I had come down to Sydney for work, and I was staying here for two weeks. This meant that I had a weekend free in between, which would give me some time for shopping. Oh no, I don’t mean just any old shopping, I mean a chance to stock up on some new Rubber outfits, after all Sydney has some great shops for those of us into Rubber and other fetishes. I went out for drinks with the Sydney office staff on Friday night, but I couldn’t really get into the party mood as I was worked up about visiting the shops tomorrow, so I feigned a headache and headed back to my hotel.

My Predicament3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

* This story is copyright to The Self Bound Latex Sub, and may not be reproduced either physically or electronically, or hosted on any other website, without the express permission of the author. Permission may be requested from sblatexsub@yahoo.com.au.

My Predicament Chapter 3 Self Bound Latex Sub

I wake up slowly, although I guess waking up is not the right term for it…for I definitely did not sleep, it was more that I passed out. However, as I came back to consciousness, I heard a key turning in the lock, and I wearily lifted my head to see in the mirror my new Mistress walk in the dungeon behind me. At any other time I think I would have been in seventh heaven at the sight of her, she was nothing short of stunning. She is wearing a Black Rubber Catsuit, with flame red panels down the length of the sides from her armpits to her feet. I can’t believe how tight the catsuit looks, almost as if it has been sprayed on her. On her feet is a pair of patent stilettos, with heels at least 5 inches tall. Around her waist is a flame red Rubber waist cincher, with three large shiny chrome buckles at the front. The catsuit ends at her wrists, and her long nails are painted the same flame red colour as her outfit. Her makeup also matches the outfit, with flame red lips and dark eyeshadow and eyelashes enhancing her Vampish look. However, the most amazing thing is her hair, which is normally a rich, silky black. This morning (is it morning? I have no idea of the time; morning is only an assumption!) however, it is a flaming red to match her outfit!

No Job Means No Dignity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Different people look for different things when buying a house. Some people want good transport, but those good schools in the area but for me privacy is the most important thing.

So when my wife and I saw this place with hedges around the property twice the size of me and trees and shrubs bucking the view of all windows from the road, we knew this was the place.

Not long after we moved in disaster struck; I lost my job. With the credit crunch I suppose it was inevitable, my department was reorganized and there was no place for me or three others. We aren’t in too much trouble though. My wife is a freelance journalist and earns plenty enough to pay the mortgage and the bills.

Sweet Caroline

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Caroline was 41, 11 years older than me, recently divorced from her first and only love, and HOT. She was hot but also the type who didn’t have any self confidence – until recently. She always wore boots and skirts, and always caught me looking at them in the office. I’m pretty sure that’s how she trapped me……

Caroline always kept spare footwear under her desk in the office, usually 1 or 2 pairs of boots. Not sure why, but most women store stuff like that there. Being a self confessed boot fetishist I wanted to see them up close, smell them, maybe even try them on. Caroline wasn’t big, just curvy for 5 ft 7. One day she wore a shiny black patent knee boot with 6 inch heels, zip down the back and had a pointed toe. And she left them under her desk after work, so I decided to stay late and see what they were like.

The Best Holiday Ever

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Peter Meadows was a loner. He was rather small, ultra shy and had never had a girl friend. He never had many male friends come to that. He was now twenty three and was still a virgin. He had just started his holidays and was double checking his camping equipment. He carried this out with meticulous attention. He went out to his people carrier and opened up the tailgate. Hurrying backwards and forwards, he did not take long to fill the car up. He locked the house up, told his neighbours where he was off to and drove off.

The Bondage Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sophie, Claire and Julie were the best of friends. They had known each other for some time. They had cried when one cried and cheered each other up. Eventually they formed “The Bondage Club”. The rules of this club were very simple. Each week for one night, one of the girls in turn would have to be tied up. The other two were to tie them up in a different position than the last time. They would video the sessions so that if at any time the method of tying was the same as previously experienced, then whoever did the tying, had to be tied up and left for a whole weekend. This meant that there would be 2 helpless captives struggling to get free. This also occurred if the victim managed to struggle free of her ropes.

The Clothes Make The Woman

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sam, my husband of only three years and I had a pretty good relationship, but there was just something I couldn’t put my finger on that kept bothering me. He was a work from home guy that sold things on the Internet that he never really owned first, a kind of a twenty percent middleman that found and sold things that others wanted. He made good money at it, although how good I wouldn’t find out for some time. Deep down it seemed slightly dishonest to me even though he made no secret about what he did for his happy customers, but that wasn’t what bothered me.

The Clothes Make The Woman 2: The Princess Room

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Clothes Make The Woman)

Part 2: The Princess Room

I woke alone in my bed, and the condition of the linens was expected with my actions of the previous night, and they would have to be changed before I slept on them again. I found Sam up early in the kitchen after my shower preparing a light breakfast and coffee for me, he was wearing his guy clothes so he was again Sam to me. I thanked him for breakfast and then told him seriously that I had been thinking about something, and his face froze in a kind of “here it comes” look. I had all I could do to suppress the smirk I felt on the inside as I told him I missed the clothes line smell of fresh linens from my childhood, and asked him if he thought he could put up a line in the back yard to hang “my” sheets on after he washed them. The relief on his face was evident, and he told me I would be sleeping on fresh sheets that night without me actually even having to ask him, his desire to please me with the smallest things evident by his actions. He had even made the coffee stronger that morning the way I like it, and after my first sip I complimented him on it as well.

The Clothes Make The Woman 3: The Body Suit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Clothes Make The Woman 2: The Princess Room)

Part 3: The Body Suit

The time flew by with my Sam almost never present, but his alter ego Samantha was constantly busy maintaining the house and doing all the domestic duties we used to share. I now had the time to join the same health club Beth belonged to, and I reluctantly admitted to my mentor that she was right about there being no downside to Samantha’s service to me, with the exception of my missing sex life. I lamented the fact though that Samantha just wasn’t as neat and tidy as her husband was, as well as being slightly lazy at times.

The Clothes Make The Woman 4: The Transformation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Clothes Make The Woman 3: The Body Suit)

Part 4: The Transformation

I realised Samantha was much happier now than she ever was as Sam, and I accepted the responsibility to supervise her transformation as far as I was willing to let it go. There was no reason not to get her breasts done, or the hypnosis with how happy she was in the body suit, and we scheduled both things to be done at the same time. The chemical castration patches were the easiest thing of the three to arrange, but would have to wait until her surgery was complete, and she was fully recovered. Samantha came up with the money for the procedure, and I was surprised that she could as I thought her business was just getting by financially.

The Consultants

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

This tale, and its sequel, could not be told while the main characters were still in professional (sic.) practice. Even now some ambiguity is necessary, however …

The roar of the passing London traffic beyond the thin Perspex of the telephone box faded to a distant buzz and for several long seconds Charles felt as though he were suspended in some kind of limbo, his visual focus narrowing rapidly until only the small rectangle of pasteboard filled it.

The Consultants 3.11

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 2b

Part 3: Chapter 11

His first week as Charlotte Graham, computer consultant, passed in a blur. Monday morning Charles had spent two hours, ostensibly in getting ready but also to a very large extent in screwing up his courage. Leslie had fussed around in what seemed an uncharacteristic manner, helped Charles with his makeup and then insisted on driving him round to the office.

“Just to make sure I don’t do a runner,” Charles had mordantly thought.

The Consultants 3.12

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Consultants 3.11)

Part 3: Chapter 12

It was the weekend again. Leslie, Amber and Charles were sitting in the Dungeon. Leslie in her leather dominatrix gear on her throne. Amber was dressed in a hooded red latex catsuit, with built in ballet-toed boots and arms ending in attached stiffened fingerless bondage mittens that prevented her taking the suit off without outside assistance. She had curled up in a chair, the seat of which was covered with a spiky black rubber cushion that resembled nothing so much as an oversize hedgehog. When Charles asked, she claimed that it was very comfortable. Nevertheless he could not help wondering what happened if you sat on one of the spikes.

The Consultants 3.13

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Consultants 3.12)

Part 3: Chapter 13

Next morning Charles was up early to get ready for work. Even so, looking out of the window as he prepared breakfast he could see that Leslie had beaten him to it and was already down in the mews loading things into the back of her car that had not been out of the garage since the return from the near fatal visit to collect Charles’s things

The Consultants 3.14

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Consultants 3.13)

Part 3: Chapter 14

Late next day Leslie was more or less conscious. Amber and Charles had sat by her bedside all the time, one or other briefly going off duty for a pee or to fetch more coffee. Apart from an occasional brief visit, the nursing staff left them alone. Her cut and swollen face made speaking difficult and painful for her, but they held her hand by way of encouragement and comfort and slowly pieced together what had happened from the, not always coherent ramblings, of the heavily sedated Leslie as she drifted in and out of consciousness

The Consultants 3.15

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Consultants 3.14)

Part 3: Chapter 15

Leslie had been discharged from hospital, Ray Browne having declared that he had done all he could in the short term. Though he proposed surgery to mitigate some of the damage, his opinion was that the operation would best be deferred for a few months to give his emergency repairs time to heal. He had been insistent that she should not walk other than was absolutely necessary and that she should temporarily suspend her professional activities.

The Consultants 4.16

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Consultants 3.15)

story continued from part 3.15

Part 4: Chapter 16

Charles’s Hoovering of his lounge carpet was interrupted by a knocking on the inner door to the stairs leading up from Leslie’s living quarters. He glanced at the clock as he went to open it. It was not uncommon for her to come up for a chat on Saturday morning, but this was unexpectedly early.

“All right, I coming,” he called, thinking that, perhaps, he should not wear such high heels while doing his house work though, at the same time admitting that he was now rather addicted to them and, anyway, they went especially well with the maid’s outfit he wore when cleaning and were good practice for his every day office ‘flatties’ with mere twelve centimetre heels.

The Consultants 4.17

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(story continues from The Consultants 4.16)

Part 4: Chapter 17

Gwyneth sobbed uncontrollably. Charles put his arm round her to try to comfort her. She turned her face to his shoulder for a few minutes. She pulled away and with a sniff pushed back another tear and wiped his shoulder with her hand smudging further the mascara and makeup already deposited there. She tried to force a smile.

“I’m afraid it’s going to be the last time you wear that white jacket. You should have stuck to the rubber dress you had on when we first met.”

The Consultants 4.18

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(story continues from The Consultants 4.17)

Part 4: Chapter 18

Gwyneth was in the study seated in front of a professional video player and monitor. From time to time she stopped the tape, shuttling back and forth a few frames to find exactly what she wanted then pressing a key of the computer Charles had set up for her to garb them as a permanent record for later enhancement and study. The tapes she was watching so intently had been obtained by Amber, courtesy of her rapidly widening circle of television contacts, both on and off the set. Together they covered almost every race in which Sarah Turnbull had entered a horse.

The Guiding Hand 8: The Understanding of Pink

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(story continues from The Guiding Hand7: Latex and Leather)

Continued from part seven

Part 8: The Understanding of Pink.

Andy, took a breath, the memory of the last time he had entered a fetish fashion shop filling his mind. But those images faded to a strange excitement as, with one squeeze from Janes hand, the door buzzed open and they entered the shop. Instantly the aroma of rubber filled Andy’s nose, it was everywhere, warm moist and clinging, double, triple, no infinitely stronger than the aroma which drifted from the wardrobe housing his own tiny dress collection .

The Guiding Hand 9: Amanda

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Continued from part eight

Part 9: Amanda.

As Jennifer drew it out, Andy nearly staggered back in shock. It was the dress from the shop, not the cute pink one he had seen but the one in the window. The slim, floor length, halter neck gown of gleaming black rubber.

“Oh my!!”. He sighed and, as if transfixed by it, stepped closer, his fingers softly caressing it.

The Guiding Hand3: Taken by the Hand

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(story continues from The Guiding Hand2: A Second Opinion)

Continued from part two

Part 3: Taken by the Hand.

In the fading light, the drive back to the large house is taken in almost silence, Andy felt nothing but fear and shame. The look on the assistants face as Jane had paid for the shimmery latex dress, still clear in his mind and so after the longest half hour of his life the car turned into the tree lined drive way and drew up to the house. The engine stopped and the young man felt his stomach knot as his beautiful tormentor turned and eased the gleaming black pvc bag, with its shocking contents, from the back seat.

The Guiding Hand4: The Sunny Seats

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(story continues from The Guiding Hand3: Taken by the Hand)

Continued from part three

Part 4: The Sunny Seats.

The next 5 days are a disaster, leaving poor Andy unable to concentrate, sleep or eat. His head and body so full of wild emotions they took up his every waking hour. He can’t believe she expected him to just surrender to her once more, “i will collect you”, what was he a piece of luggage she can pick up any time, to take back to her house. No way…no way?….. Then why did that knot in his stomach not taste of fear, nor sicken like dread…..it was more like……like Christmas eve….No, no, it was fear and dread he told himself, it must be, it could be nothing else. Could it?.

The Guiding Hand5: A New Admirer

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(story continues from The Guiding Hand4: The Sunny Seats)

Continued from part four

Part 5: A New Admirer.

He did not awake with a start, but he did awake with a dampness. The dream clear and vivid in his mind. He heard Jane moving about downstairs and as swiftly as he could slipped from then bed and into the bathroom.

Minutes later a voice, came over the hiss of the shower.

“Good boy Andy”, It was Jane, he could see her perfect silhouette beyond the frosted glass. “20 minutes no longer. In my room”.

The Guiding Hand6: Lessons to be Learnt

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(story continues from The Guiding Hand5: A New Admirer)

Continued from part five

Part 6: Lessons to be Learnt.

Andy gazed out of the conservatory window, his fingers massaging his poor, high heel tormented, foot. Not he was intent on the pain, no his mind was elsewhere. To be precise it was on the dream he had that night. Again it was of Jane, the beautiful intoxicating Lady Jane, she was a constant part of his nights now, but this dream was so vivid and so wonderful he wished it true. In fact he had been told as a boy, that if you speak of your dream before breakfast it will come true. So he had, to himself as he showered, he had told himself of the dream.

The Guiding Hand7: Latex and Leather

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(story continues from The Guiding Hand6: Lessons to be Learnt)

Continued from part six

Part 7: Latex and Leather.

Naked beneath the cream robe, Jane sat in the sun and as she did, the garden laid out before her, the faint trail of aeroplanes in the blue sky, she watched with pride as her new maid, came to her call. For a moment as Andy stepped from the kitchen door out onto the sun lit terrace, Jane thought him to be dressed in nothing but syrup and oil, so smooth was his outfit, so deep the shine. However as he neared, with elegant steps atop those dangerous heels, the tell-tale crease and ripple of the latex revealed itself. They moved over his hips and stretched to reflect the light with each sway of the hip or turn of the knee.

The Las Vegas French Maid Tour

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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 Las Vegas French Maid Tour

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Transvestites Bondage Punishment

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This story now contains new parts 1, 3 & 4

Transvestites Bondage Punishment - Part 1 by Marylynn Transvestites Bondage Punishment by Marylynn Katie, my wife, left just minutes ago and I was already in my treasure chest of female clothes that I have had hidden from her for the six months since we were married. As I pulled out the two locked chests from the back of the closet, I opened both with the keys hidden in the recesses of my wallet. One locker contained my beautiful and sexy “Marcie’s” clothes and the other held the self-bondage restraint items I would put on later after I was properly dressed as “Marcie”.

Trip to the Carnival 2

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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.

Trip to the Carnival 3

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(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.

Trip to the Carnival 4

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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.

Walk in the Evening

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It was a warm evening in summer. As usual I took a little walk through the nearby forest just to relax a bit and free my head from all the stressful thoughts of the day. I walked along a narrow path which would lead me to a small lake. It was the perfect place to enjoy nature. But this walk shouldn’t be like the others…

I soon heard a light sound. It was not a sound which you would hear in a forest but I could not really identify it. So I went to look what was causing it. What I saw was pretty unexpected. There were two people who I knew. The first one was a girl named Julia. I had known her since high school she was a year younger than I. She is a bit small but well endowed. She had wavy long brown hair and full lips. Her eyes were dark blue like the ocean. We used to talk a lot in school and also visit each other at home but now our friendship was a bit flat because I had to learn a lot now that I’m at the university.

Working Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

I should have known that something like this would happen to my vacation. Every single time that I come to a wonderful point in time and can do something that I want to, something like WORK has to intrude!!!

Of course, it was not like I had not been expecting this, as one could expect from my tirade there. But it was true. Each time I had been planning to take a vacation, the boss would call and tell me that the world was going to explode and life as I knew it would come to an end unless I did this… Or that… Or the other thing… And this time, it was no different.

Working Vacation 2

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Part Two

Nicole looked down at me and smiled. “Get up, head over to the bathroom. And yes, you are to use the one marked for “sissy’s”, as they do have one for you. When you get back, sit down on the chair and eat something food related. Then we can have a little chat”

“Yes, Mistress!” I got up and walked over to the restrooms. I found that there indeed was one marked “sissy” and went in. It was bright pink (YUCK) but it definitely had everything a sissy would want, including small individual bottles of mouthwash (YEAH!) and other little things to help you clean up. I opened my pocket book and pulled out my lipstick and touched it up. That was the only part that was really bad. That and I had to use the facilities.