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Rats

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

“So you think it is okay?” Robin asked.

Jeanie smiled and said, “Oh sure, wipe it out with alcohol, I mean if you are sure that you want to go through with it.” She carried a box containing several white rats to the glass habitat. “You really have no idea who sent it?”

“No, not at all. It looks like a really nice swimsuit, expensive looking.” Robin made some notations on the computer terminal. “You’re missing a few rats. It is not made of anything I have seen before, almost like latex. Have you ever worn latex garments before?”

Snowbound 15: Cassandra Takes Beth

Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 14

Chapter 15: Cassandra Takes Beth

Cassandra sat in front of the dressing table in her bedroom, wearing nothing but a dressing gown! After her first session as a Dominant, she had rushed back to her bedroom and taken quick shower to remove the sweat she had produced while whipping Beth!

She knew that Beth was now being prepared by Kate for her night’s pleasure!

Mistress Allison had complimented her for the way she had whipped Beth, delivering the right amount of strokes, and varying their intensity!

Snowbound 18: Winning The Lottery

Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 17

Chapter 18: Winning The Lottery

The next day, after Cassandra had released Valerie, it was her turn to bathe and prepare her guest. Valerie was soon wearing the “O” dress just like Beth, and the two women would spend the day together.

Cassandra again wore her Maid’s uniform, but Mistress Allison did not lock the collar around her neck. She wondered why, but did not ask. Mistress Allison did not do anything without a reason, so she knew that whatever the cause, she would discover it later.

Fun at the Far 2: Happy Puppym

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

story continues from part one

Part 2: Happy Puppy

The night was quiet. The cool night air from the ventilation window made me shiver in my chains. ‘If she only left me a blanket…’

Hanna was away for an hour, and by that time, I had imagined all the possible scenarios what I could think of. From the one where she ties me to her bed and uses me whenever she likes, to one where I live in a dog pen, eating and drinking twice a day from a bowl and sleeping inside of a small dog house.

Kiss the Girl 2

Wed, 13 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Kiss the Girl)

Part 2

“It’s just a game… a bondage game… right?” I asked in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

CeeCee looked back at me, trembling just a little, perhaps.

“Right?” I asked again. “Right?”

Though she made no more movement, I could tell what her answer was going to be by the way she was breathing and the blur of tears forming in her eyes.

Snowbound 4: Shared Captivity

Mon, 10 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part three

Chapter 4: Shared Captivity

“Lift your hair,” ordered Mistress Allison.

It was early evening, and Cassandra and Mistress Allison were standing in the basement next to the washing machine. Displayed on the domestic appliance were a collar; a set of gleaming handcuffs; a leash; and a red rubber ball gag. It didn’t take much to make a girl helpless!

Cassandra stood silently as Mistress Allison locked the leather collar around her neck. She was wearing a blouse and skirt; and a pair of high heels on her feet; with nothing underneath.

Jill's Shopping Adventure

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Jill had stumbled upon Lydia’s Leather Shoppe quite by accident and had been browsing around the racks of very unique items for about ten minutes when she was hailed by a woman standing about 25 feet away. “You there.”

Jill looked around and answered, “Me?” “Yes, you. Come over here a moment. And don’t dally.” Curious, Jill walked over to where the woman stood. As she did so, she naturally looked the woman over noticing that she was very striking in both looks and demeanor. The woman looked to be in her mid-fourties with long silver hair pulled back over the top of her head to hang straight down to the middle of her back. She had on a black leather mini dress. Around her waist was a black and silver, leather and lace bodice. Black thigh high stockings stretched up out of knee high leather boots which stood atop high spiked heels making the woman look as if she towered over Jill. Was it that or just the air of confidence that permeated from the woman, Jill wondered? “Yes.” Jill asked as she came to a stop in front of the woman. “I’ve come to pick up some items, for my friend. But, I am uncertain about the size and the fit. How tall are you?” “What?” “I asked how tall are you? I believe you’re about my friend’s size.” “I’m 5'8”." “Perfect! Now be a dear and open up.” “What?” “Open your mouth. I want to see if this fits.” The woman said and lifted up a black rubber ball gag towards Jill’s face. Shocked, Jill unbelieving what was happening, complied for some unknown reason and opened her mouth. The woman pressed the ball against her mouth. “Wider.” She commanded and placing her hands on either side of Jill’s face, used her thumbs to push the ball gag into her mouth. Once it popped in behind her teeth, the woman dropped her hands to Jill’s shoulders and told her to turn around. Jill complied and taking up the straps the woman pulled them around Jill’s head and buckled them tightly behind her head. The ball gag was a training gag which included a set of straps which rose up on each side of Jill’s face on each side of her nose only to join together on a ring at her forehead where yet another strap pulled over the top of her head to join the others in the back of her head. A third set of straps buckled under her chin forcing her to bite down on the rubber ball gag. When the woman finished adjusting all the straps, the woman had Jill turn to and fro looking at the gag in her mouth from different angles. “Hmm. Something is lacking. Here girl, follow me over here.” She said, turned and walked down one of the stores aisles. Jill watched her go and then for some unknown reason, followed her. The woman picked up something off of one of the shelves after searching for a minute and turned towards Jill. “Here, lift up your chin.” She said. “That’s it.” As she placed a 4" tall leather collar around her slender neck and buckled the three straps to hold it in place. Turning Jill to face her, she asked. “Is it tight?” Jill started to tell her yes but only mew sounds came from behind the ball gag. “Do you think I can understand what you’re saying with that gag in your mouth? Just nod or shake your head girl.” Jill nodded. “Can you still breath ok?” Jill hesitated a moment. She realized that it was a bit restrictive, but she could still breathe so she nodded her head again. “Good. Then follow me over here.” Jill did so and the woman picked up a pair of leather cuffs and placed them about Jill’s wrists. Then she picked up what looked to Jill as a leather bag. “Place your hands behind your back and let me hold this up against you.” Jill did as ordered and holding the bag up against Jill next to her arms the woman leaned back to take a look. “Hmm, something is not quite right.” Standing there thinking she exclaimed, “I know! Here girl, take off your blouse and then let me look.” Jill gave the woman a puzzling look. Did she really expect me to take off my blouse for her in the middle of this store? “Come on girl I haven’t got all day. And there us nothing to be ashamed for as there is only us and the sales girl here in the shop”. Jill thought a moment and began to comply with her demand. Besides the faster she allowed this woman to do what she wanted, the faster she would be able to get out of these, what ever they were called. Besides her jaw was beginning to ache. Taking a hold of her blouse she began to unbuttoning it from the bottom up. As she did so she saw the woman watching her almost hungerly and turned sideways to finish. Removing her blouse she folded it and placed it on a shelf in front of her. She then began to turn and face the woman when she said, “No, no. Turn and face your back to me. That’s it. Now place your hands behind your back.” Jill did do and in seconds she felt the woman lock the leather wrist cuffs together. “Very good. Now hold still while I pull this up.” Jill wasn’t sure what was going on but stood there while the woman pulled the leather bag up over her cuffed wrists and up along her arms. She pulled two straps under her arms, across the top of her breasts and over the opposite shoulders, buckling them to the bag. Next she began to lace the bag up starting down by her wrists and working her way upwards. Jill could feel the leather slowly tighten around her arms, drawing them together as the woman worked the laces. Finishing, she tied of the excess in a bow and the pulling a flap over the laces zipped it up. Three sets of straps were then buckled around her arms. One at her wrists and the other two above and below her elbows insuring that they stay pressed painfully against each other. Jill’s shoulders were starting to ache when the woman spun her around and began looking her over. “That’s better. You’re beginning to look like what it is I wanted. You should see how the armbinder has your young breasts standing forward.” Armbinder? Is that what that damn thing is called? More like an arm torturer. My shoulders are killing me, Jill thought to herself. And what did she say about my breasts? Damn she’s right. I’m strutting around with them standing out like I want someone to grab a hold of them. Thank god I still have my bra on covering them. Just then the store’s front door opened and in walked another woman. Not quite a striking as the one tying her up but striking none the less. Spying both Jill and the woman she came over. “My, my, what have we here?” The new woman said. “I’m just trying to pick up some things for my pet’s birthday. I gotten these few things so far but its just not the completed look I want yet.” “Well, would you mind if I make a few suggestions?” “By all means, I would be honored.” The new woman looked at Jill for a few seconds and turning to the store clerk said, “You there. Bring that black leather boned corset. And a pair of scissors. Hurry about it!” “Yes mistress.” The mousy clerk answered and quickly brought the items over to the women before disappearing back behind the counter just as quickly if not quicker. “Here help me with this.” she said “But first we’ll have to get rid of that bra.” “That’s ok. I’m sure she wont mind as long as we buy her a replacement.” The silver haired woman said as she used the scissors to snip each of her bra straps. “Would you deary?” And unhooked the main bra strap and pulled it away from Jill’s body and tossed it aside. These woman are crazy, Jill thought and began to back away only to back into the second woman who pulled the leather corset around Jill’s body. “Now hold still.” She commanded and reaching under the arm binder began the task of pulling the corset’s multiple straps and buckled each one tight. Finishing, she went back and pulled each strap another notch tighter. The corset squeezed Jill’s waist in almost 2" smaller then normal forcing her breathing to become even more labored over the leather collar. Jill’s naked breasts spilled over the top of the corset. “Wow, she must be really enjoying this. Look how her nipples are standing out.” The silver haired woman said as she reached up and playfully tugged at the pebble sized nibs. Jill was both shocked and awed at both the woman having the audacity to play with her nipples and how good it felt. She began to close her eyes when the second woman piped in. “Let me show you a special feature of the corset model.” And reaching for two small straps at the top of the corset wrapped each in turn around the base of Jill’s breasts and buckled them tightly down. Each of Jill’s breast expanded with the skin tightening while turning a light shade of purple, heightening their sensitivity. “Oh, very nice. I really like that. Tell me, what would you propose we do about the bottom half?” “I don’t know. But first let’s get her out if the skirt and those ugly low heeled Mary-janes that shes wearing.” And with that said the women pealed off her shoes, socks and skirt. Leaving her standing in her panties and bondage gear. Taking the shears in hand the second woman made quick snips and got rid of her panties too. Jill objected into the gag. Those panties were $20 a pair! “Don’t worry, I’ll replace them for you when we’re finished. That’s if you still want me too. You never know what you might find you would rather wear instead.” Both women looked at her neatly shaven bush. “That’s cute, but really you should shave it bare darling.” Said the second woman. “Yes, I quite agree. A Telly Savalas look is much more preferred.” “Bring her over to the counter while a grab a few things.” The second woman said. Jill was led over to the counter where the sales clerk waited. In a moment the second woman joined them and dropped several items on to the counter top. “You there.” Pointing to the clerk and handing her a cone shaped object. “Get this wet.” The scared clerk picked it up and looked at it. “Use your mouth. Get it wet with your mouth you stupid cow!” The woman yelled at her. “Yes mistress.” The girl said and pushed the point into her mouth. Moving it in and out deeper and deeper the girl made sure the rubber cone was slobbery wet. When she was finished she placed the cone down on the counter.

It's Cold Up Here

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

The slide had looked so inviting. We had been dragged round the garden centre in the faint hope of doing some last-minute shopping and we were bored. Really bored. And after we had killed about an hour while the others had vanished into the darker realms of the tools section we were wandering around outside.

Mum and I just are not gardeners by nature and we were finding the whole day as dreary as could be. We had used up our browsing limit in the rather thinly stocked gifts section, had drunk a cup of coffee and now we were outside looking at the children’s play area. Somewhere over to the left they were selling off pine trees and someone was hawking roasted chestnuts. Chestnuts, I ask you. Were we in the 21st century or the 19th ?.

The Fall of Mistress Diana 3: Mistress Francesca

Sat, 13 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 2 Part 3: Mistress Francesca

Both Diana and Arwen had had a troubled nights sleep. Mistress Toni had put them in chastity belts with those damm dildos still in place and Mistress Toni had told the pair of them that her uncle was dropping by to look at her new business. Diana was released from her sleep sack to prepare breakfast for Mistress, Arwen was allowed to clean Mistress with her tongue such was Mistress Toni’s power over them. Diana walked in on Mistress whilst she was being “cleaned” by Arwen. Diana was disappointed by the fact that far from allowing Arwen to feel what she felt about Mistress. Arwen had changed the relationship between Diana and Mistress. Mistress was colder and unfeeling not like when Diana made her breakfast in bed and they held each other. Now Mistress seems more like some monster with no feelings at all.

Jessica Darling Chapter 22: Heather Goes Nuts!

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

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 21

Chapter 22: Heather Goes Nuts!

Sure enough, turning the corner Jessica spotted Heather semi-submerged in a large tub of what appeared to be peanut butter. The only part of her visible above the surface was her head with her hair bundled up and pinned like a topknot. Jessica could tell Heather was conscious given the slow, side-to-side movements that her friend’s head made; indicating some form of motion was being hidden underneath the substance.

The Rubber Baroness 10

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 9

Part Ten

Conditioning Katrina turned out to be easier said, than done. The Baroness had to use the swimming pool instead of the sensory deprivation tank, as the twin maid was too large to fit. It also took her and Alice a bit of getting used to as well. Except for Nadja, no other rubberslave had a name. Alice’s former roommate Betty and the two former burglars also had names. However, they were not even considered human, since they were a pony and watchdogs, so they didn’t really count.

The Rubber Baroness 9

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 8

Part Nine

The Baroness had not anticipated just how popular Alice’s rubber creations were. Orders flooded the company she had set up. It wasn’t just a hobby; it was becoming a full-time job to run it. For this purpose, the Baroness chose carefully, the people she would hire to run the day to day operations. Alice was of course, in charge of design, while the Baroness still kept an eye on things from her executive offices.

Jessica Darling 6: Any Landing You Can Walk Away From

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 5

Chapter 6: Any Landing You Can Walk Away From

Jessica returned to the main cabin after showering and making herself ‘presentable’, to find Heather standing in the main cabin dressed in a bright pink PVC Heidi dress that barely came to mid-thigh. “I wanted to make a good impression!” Heather smiled as she twirled around showing off her newest addition to her wardrobe for Jessica before offering her a last glass of champagne.

Jessica Darling 7: Sometimes You Need a Lift

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 6

Chapter 7: Sometimes You Need a Lift

Jessica was woken from a light sleep by her maid as she raised the shades in the spacious bedroom. “Good morning Mistress! I hope you had a pleasant night’s sleep. I have breakfast waiting for you in the living area. Or if you prefer, I can serve you in here Mistress.”

Modern Punishment 2

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 00:00:00 +0000

WARNING ! This story is intended for adult persons over the age of eighteen and should not be viewed by those under that age or the legal age of consent where you live. This story contains aspects of rubber fetishism and other sexual acts and practices that may be offensive to some people. This story is for ADULTS ONLY! If you don’t like seeing things such as this, Please, read no further. Unless authorized by the writer, this story is considered copyrighted and is the intellectual property thereof. Please do not post to pay sites or any place else with out the authors permission. Thanks to Lola for re-reading and improvements.

Modern Punishment

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000

DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE LEGAL AGE. Thanks to Lolita for re-reading and improvements.

Part 1

Steph was just fresh from her MBA. She was going for an interview for a job in a private firm called CellFuture. It was a quite secretive company contracting for the government. It provided prison services. Steph had hesitations before applying but the salary was exceptional. It was the final interview and she had done well, according to the interviewer. Her interviewer was a strict woman, called Mrs. Mayer. She was the CEO. The position was to be her assistant.

Jamie’s Day

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Jamie ducked her head over her keyboard and, from the corner of her eye, snuck another look at her office mate. Cynthia looked especially attractive that day. She was wearing a pretty powder blue skirted suit, with a silk scarf encircled her throat and filled her plunging décolletage. Cynthia caught her looking, and smiled to herself as she continued typing–a task made difficult by her long pink fingernails. She extended her great legs past her desk, showing off her sheer stockings and beige high heeled pumps Jamie glanced down at herself, glad that she had worn her sexy grey business dress and patent high heels.

To Satisfy A Wager

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

If you read “The Shipping Crate” you’re aware of the wager that Alicia made with Rachel. Alicia didn’t believe that I would make it through the shipping crate adventure. But, I did, and the time had come for Alicia and Heather to make good on their wager.

The four of us met up at Rachel’s house one Friday evening. Alicia and Heather were instructed to bring a variety of rubber gear with them. Before the evening was over Alicia would be transformed into RubberSlut while Heather would assume her alter identity LayTexWhore.

The Plant

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

Chapter One: Botanical Mischief

I couldn’t see a damn thing…

The black cloth bag they pulled over my head was easy enough to breathe through, but there was no way I could tell where I was. The ground was soft… the air was heavy and warm. A foul smell assaulted my nostrils, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on its source. I tested my bonds again. The metal handcuffs were unyielding and secure. My ankles and knees weren’t going anywhere either… the sloppy turns of duct tape were crude but effective.

Rubber Revenge

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Something Special Boutique - Rubber Revenge

The door opened and a figure stood just outside. It turned and gestured to two more figures a short distance away. They paused for a moment, then the first figure stamped its foot and pointed into the building. The two figures scuttled inside, shrinking as they passed the other.

The first figure followed the other two more leisurely, and closed the door behind it. “You two Ninny’s! I told you if you act like your doing something wrong, somebody’s bound to come looking!”

What an experience

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

What an experience by Caroline

Well he got published …… so I lost my bet and now I have to reveal my “self bondage” addiction to you all in person ……

It all started on a very hot summer afternoon. I was about 16 years old and I think I was the horniest chick in town. I loved to stretch my pussy lips, squeeze my nipples and whenever possible run around naked. I poked my pussy with whatever I could find that fitted … if possible oversized.

Kelly's New Life

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000

She had a job, but the money she made from it didn’t seem worth her while. She had a place to go home to, but it wasn’t a home. It was a nearly empty room in a run-down apartment building, and that might be okay to live in, but this apartment had nothing to cheer her up. She had lost most everything she had in a fire. The police called it an accident, but she was sure her drunk parents that had done it. She wasn’t home at the time and no bodies were found. She had a “boyfriend”, but he was giving her money to keep herself off the streets, but not enough for anything else, and if she tried to get out of their relationship, she knew he would do something cruel. He was selfish, and he would probably plant drugs on her or in her car or apartment and then turn her in, or something like that.

Rubber Revenge

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

Something Special Boutique - Rubber Revenge

Ever Increasing Bondage 6

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

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage 5)

Part 6

Lauren sighed contentedly and curled up under the duvet. The warm bedding she’d been snuggled up in for the past few hours was in stark contrast to her experience of the night before, and she was grateful for the sense of security and wellbeing that she could now savour. It was still dark outside, although the first signs that daybreak was imminent could be seen peeping through the gaps between the curtains. Her vision, however, as she gazed out into the twilight of the bedroom, was not as sharp as it would have been under normal circumstances.

Ever Increasing Bondage 7

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

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage 6)

Part 7

It seemed as if the world and everything in it had suddenly disappeared. Was this what it felt like to die? There had been a split second when the squeal of brakes had coincided with a swift slow down in the vehicle’s momentum… then nothing.

Well, perhaps not quite nothing.

The rain seemed to still be falling onto her face and spandex covered body and legs. And there was a soft whimpering sound from close by. There was no pain, but as she tentatively stretched her limbs, Lauren found that she was still unable to move. She was most definitely still in a state of very strict restraint, she concluded. So that meant that either she had died and gone to some sort of heaven for bondage addicts… or else she had somehow survived what seemed like an almost inevitable collision. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. All that met her gaze was a sea of blackness. For a second or two, she could make out nothing in what seemed like an endless dark void. But then she sensed this black whatever-it-was moving slightly. As her eyes focused, it became apparent that the blackness wasn’t quite so all-encompassing as it had first appeared, but seemed to have a slight shine or shimmer to it; as if some source of light, however faint, was bouncing off it. And then there was the smell; that familiar aroma of latex. Lauren cast her eyes upwards slightly, just as a low moan of anguish reached her ears from somewhere close at hand.

Gai Shift - Pit 4: Arrest & Capture

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

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 3: Adara Burke)_

Chapter 4: Arrest & Capture

There were no tenements or slums in the world of Gai, but there were less-than-desirable places to live. The Lambeth Terraces was one such location. Wedged into an odd-shaped lot, the majesty of the Thames shielded by greater buildings, it simply existed. The last two landladies had tried to spruce it up to little effect. Sometime in the future it would likely be razed.

Gai Shift - Pit 5: Packages

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

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 4: Arrest & Capture)_

Chapter 5: Packages

Petunia Goldwaith slowly awoke from pleasant dreams of bridled pleasures. She didn’t open her eyes to meet the day, not yet. First, she stirred her arms and legs, somewhat disappointed to not find them tautly tied to the four posts of her huge soft bed. Sometimes the maids got frisky, a delightful distraction to start the day with.

Gai Shift - Pit 6: The Mission

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

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 5: Packages)_

Chapter 6: The Mission

The three women waited on the edge of their seats for the briefing to begin. Literally. They’d been stripped and tied neatly to high backed chairs in Willie Hall’s ornate wood-paneled dining room, erect in posture but totally lacking in clothing. Olivia Hammersmith, Kyoko and Sybil had been trussed up with yards of ropes, centered and symmetrical in their huge chairs, anchorlines holding them at solid attention. So intense was their bondage that thin cording cinched their thumbs and locked down their toes in orderly rows of piggies. Across their pursed lips were wide leather gags adorned with the Goldwaith coat of arms.

Gai Shift - Pit 9: Megan's Frustration

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

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 8: The Wash Room)_

Chapter 9: Megan’s Frustration

Megan couldn’t sleep. Her mind whirled with erotic imagery. She’d spent hours laying in her blanket, thinking about what she’d do to Kate when she returned to Sheepish, every knot, every giggled promise, every touch, every playful humiliation. Kate would become her play doll. How fun it would be.

She tried to clear her head, to push the purple-haired girl from her thoughts. But then her eyes would fall on Sybil, laying in Kiyoko’s silk bindings, tucked up nice and tidy, so trim in her black underthings. At the sight of her softly trussed party member, a yearning rose within her. She found herself desiring to kneel next to the bound girl, to whisper, “I understand you. I trust you,” as she touched her, hesitantly at first, then with a growing boldness, exploring Sybil’s dark concavities, bringing comfort to her in a most sympathetic yet knowing manner.

Modelling Assignment

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

Modelling Assignment by Unknown FF/ff; latex; pvc; sack; cons; XThis story sent to me by Rubbersheep, thank you for sending it in. If you are the author of this story, please let me know

Monica Brown sat behind her desk in the offices of the modelling agency she owned. She was in her middle 30’s, tall and raven-haired. She called in Susan, her secretary, when she had been through the post and handed her one of the letters to which was attached a brochure:

The Leather Twins

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

This is a work of fiction. The author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual. 8 The Leather Twins by Anne Gray Copyright: Anne Gray, November 2002 Chapter 1 – The First of the Set!

I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as she pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella.

The Leather Twins Part 10: Masterpiece

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

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 9: Drink Your Milk)_

Part Ten - Masterpiece

Chapter 19 – “Wheeled Clean Outs!”

Our Chinese beauties were now tolerating harsher and more complex bondage situations as Karen and I used all our ingenuity to train them. Our current project was a lead up to a masterpiece and we had spent a long time planning how it would be done. Early in the day they had both been fed and showered and now sat in the playroom, bound hand and foot, watching our preparations.

The Leather Twins Part 11: It Never Rains but It Pours

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

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 10: Masterpiece)_

Part Eleven - It Never Rains but It Pours

Chapter 21 – It Never Rains But It Pours!

I was playing gentle tongue tag with Susan and gradually building towards yet another explosive release. As we lay facing each other on my bed I chased her studded tongue around behind the ring gag that kept her mouth wide open for me and fondled her erect ring pierced nipples with one hand. My other arm was under her neck holding her head close to me and the belt around our waists made sure that the lower part of our bodies were snugly melded together.

The Leather Twins Part 12: "Mmppff"

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

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 11: It Never Rains but It Pours)_

Part Twelve - “Mmppff”

Chapter 22 - “MMPPFFF”

WHAPPP! MMPPFF! “Damn it Amy at this rate we’re going to lose.” I moaned. The db meter that measured sound volume was only 6” from her mouth and had hit 56 as the leather strop landed across the tight leather covering her ass cheeks.

Karen had not held back as she swung the 2’ long piece of thick 3” wide leather from over her shoulder to cut down on an angle across Amy’s buttocks.

The Leather Twins Part 13: Teamwork & the Piebald Pair

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

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 12: “Mmppff”)_

Part 13 - Teamwork & the Piebald Pair

Chapter 23 – “Teaching Teamwork.”

Amy was in the middle of a massive orgasm and as a result Susan was suffering; in fact she was suffocating. A few minutes before the situation had been reversed and now Karen and I watched to see if any lessons had been learned.

Each of them was positioned on their left side laced in skintight, crotchless leather cat suits. They were securely bound facing each other in the classic sixty nine position with their heads level with the others crotch. Their legs were encased in thigh high ballet boots then bent at the knee and strapped to their thighs. Their knees were held wide apart with spreader bars that were clamped to vertical poles set in the floor.

The Leather Twins Part 14: “Childs Play”

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

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 13: Teamwork & the Piebald Pair)

Chapter 25 – “Childs Play”

It was a beautiful, bright, crisp autumn day that my sister and I were enjoying as we strolled through the small town about 25 miles from home. That morning we had paid a visit to our favourite fetish store, made a few purchases and then stopped on the way home to do some window shopping.

The Leather Twins Part 4: The Next Step & More of the Same

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

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part Three: The First Day Continues)_

Part Four - The Next Step & More of the Same

Chapter 7 – The Next Step

Over the next few days we had a wonderful time trying them in several outfits and positions; gradually they almost resigned against the inevitable. Even so we never gave either of them the slightest chance to resist or try to retaliate against us. While we worked on them for those first days only one arm or leg would be free from restraint at any given time. We agreed that Susan was the most compliant to our ministrations while Amy still had a defiant look in her eyes.

The Leather Twins Part 5: The Sisters Embrace

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(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 4: The Next Step & More of the Same)_

Part Five - The Sisters Embrace

Chapter 9 – The Sisters Embrace!

We had initiated Susan and Amy into individual bondage, but over a cocktail last night, we had come up with the idea of melding them into a single tableau. After a couple of hours discussion, during which the girls stared at us in horror, Karen and I had things planned to the last detail. This was going to take some time so we started right after their breakfast had a chance to settle. This time we started with Susan while Amy sat, almost comfortably bound and gagged, where she could watch.

The Leather Twins Part 6: A Sister Sandwich

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

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 5: The Sisters Embrace)_

Part Six - A Sister Sandwich

Chapter 11 – A Sister Sandwich

The girls might have been satiated after their ride but Karen and I were as horny as hell. We decided to look after that problem and then enjoy a good night’s sleep.

One of our huge king size beds was just about big enough for what we had in mind. We started by strapping their arms in a wrist to elbow position and pulling leather pouches over them. More straps across the shoulders and between their breasts then back to the pouches locked them in place. After what we had done to them their arms were almost comfortable. We pulled their hair out of the way into tight ponytails.

The Leather Twins Part 7: Birthday Bonds

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

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 6: A Sister Sandwich)_

Part Seven - Birthday Bonds

Chapter 11 – Birthday Bonds

We had settled our girls for the night after another exhausting, for them, day of bondage fun. As always they were severely restrained but in such a manner that they should be able to get some rest. Karen and I had decided to have a couple of drinks and discuss our plans for tomorrow. It was our birthday and since, as identical twins, we had usually received identical gifts it was now our habit to try and surprise each other with something different.

The Leather Twins Part 8: Breaking Amy

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(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 7: Birthday Bonds)_

Part Eight - Breaking Amy

Chapter 15 - Breaking Amy!

Susan would be the static member of this set up but would still play an important part so we started to get her ready first. Her gloved fingers taped and laced into leather mitts we fitted a jacket on her upper torso that had a built in and heavily boned corset. When that was laced down the back we bent her arms up between her shoulder blades and strapped them tightly. Her elbows touching in the small of her back made the tops of her breasts bulge out of the 2” openings in the bra cups. We would need access to them later. A temporary gag was keeping her quiet as we worked on her outfit and the next step was a large butt plug that I pushed all the way in, Karen taped over the stretched opening.

The Leather Twins Part 9: Drink Your Milk

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

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 8: Breaking Amy)_

Part Nine - Drink Your Milk

Chapter 17– Drink your milk – or Else! Susan and Amy were facing each other their knees, almost touching, were spread wide and held in place by cord to floor rings. Ankles crossed and lashed to another ring then straps around their upper thighs completed the job of holding them to the floor. The girl’s legs were encased in kid leather thigh boots with punishing en pointe shoes. Showing above the tops of the boots their buttocks were covered in skintight leather pants. There were no crotches in the pants but before we had dressed them we forced in long, ridged butt plugs and taped them in place.

The Leather Twins Part One: Collecting the Set

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(story continues from The Leather Twins)_

Part One - Collecting the Set

Chapter 1 – The First of the Set!

The rain was getting heavier and I saw my sister point towards the car to offer a ride. We had been in the store, owned by the girl’s parents, several times and she knew us as good customers, that along with the rain obviously helped her decide to accept the invitation.

The Leather Twins Part Three: The First Day Continues

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(story continues from The Leather Twins Part Two: Amy & Susan)_

Part Three - The First Day Continues

Chapter 5 – The First Day Continues!

Taking time for a leisurely meal and after relaxing for an hour we visited our new playthings again before we tidied up. Both had their eyes closed and didn’t know we were back until they felt our hands on their leather covered cheeks. Unable to struggle in the severe bondage they could, and did, moan at us through the gags however we were not finished with them in their current outfits. Karen fitted a leather blindfold over Amy’s eyes and tightened the strap behind her head while I removed the beautiful cape from Susan followed by the wig then also blindfolded her.

The Leather Twins Part Two: Amy & Susan

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(story continues from The Leather Twins Part One: Collecting the Set)_

Part Two - Amy & Susan

Chapter 3 – The Initiation of Amy.

After a few hours sleep Karen and I met in the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. Then, dressed in tight one-piece black vinyl swimsuits and matching knee boots, we went through to the playroom. Our house is a sprawling ranch bungalow on four acres of land. It has a three-car garage and the playroom is behind the garage through a door hidden in the back of a spare bedroom closet. The design is such that unless you know where to look, or are looking down from directly above, the windowless addition is not readily noticeable.

The New House Rules 8

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(story continues from The New House Rules 7)

Chapter 8

Part 8a

By the middle of the week, the weather had hit an unseasonably warm spot, so I had agreed to meet the girls for lunch downtown. It is not eating outside weather, but warm enough that we can walk from lunch to an errand that we had been talking about. A very naughty errand.

My walk up Broad Street challenges that warmer weather assumption. I pull my jacket closer to my neck every building awning I walk under. Then racing quickly to the next ray of sunshine I can find. Two joggers run past. I find myself checking out the girl as much as the guy. She has short shorts with a long sleeve tight shirt and a headband holding her brown hair back. I love fit couples. I resist the urge to turn and watch them run away, keeping my eyes forward.

The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 12: The Training Room

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(story continues from The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 11: Strung Up, Bogged Down and Hung Out to Dry)

Chapter 12: The Training Room

Cathy shut her eyes, curled up into as tight a ball as she could manage, took one last deep breath and prepared herself for the searing pain which she knew couldn’t be more than a microsecond or two away. And sure enough, she felt something strike her left arm and resigned herself to the fact that the spandex cat-suit, which offered next to no protection, was about to be ripped into by either Fang’s dagger-like teeth or his equally effective claws. She could hear and smell the dog’s breath only inches from her head. But something didn’t seem quite right here.

Trouble in Fairyland 6: A Tour of the Cellars

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(story continues from Trouble in Fairyland 5: Meanwhile, Elsewhere in the Forest…)

Chapter 6: A Tour of the Cellars

I lent back against the stone wall and heard myself sigh. My left hand moved unconsciously and stroked Bo Peep’s blonde curls. She made a little sound of contentment and her head moved softly on my lap.

I wondered what had become of Snow White. We had all been dragged into the castle together but where we had been confined in our dungeon cell she had been dragged screaming away by a duo of the huge hairy beastmen the Evil Queen used to keep order about her kingdom.