The Challenge

Continues from chapter three_ ### Chapter Four: Rejection #### Part One: That Feeling of Power ##### February 1983 Erica Riken sat at her desk, a cup of black coffee in front of her, papers neatly organized, and the IBM PC humming away. Trouble was, she just couldn’t concentrate on her work. In her new job of bookkeeper she was managing the finances of the liquor distributor, which handled hundreds of cases of hard liquor every day. Oddly, all she ever drank was perhaps wine with dinner or a whiskey sour once in a great while. ...

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Part One Becoming a Bondage Model Hi Jamielee here and this is how i became a bondage model. My husband hated his job and one night in bed i jokingly suggested he could become a bondage photographer as he could combine his passion and get paid for it. Now when i suggested this i thought i would get the job as the model. How wrong i was. My man decided to get in aspiring models as he wanted to keep private and business apart. I was furious and thought what an asshole it was my idea in the first place and he gets in some tarts to be his models. Well for weeks i was “too tired” for any playtime when he got home and it was meant to be his punishment but all i did was punish myself and get myself all worked up. So a few months down the line and some very large pay checks and my persistent complaining about the fact that i loved bondage as much as i loved him but i wasn’t good enough to be his model, the tension had grown to boiling point. No intimacy tends to do that. My husband had been very busy the last week or so and his phone hadn’t stopped going. Friday morning i heard the door bang shut waking me up. My husband had left for work. I got up and slipped on my robe and went downstairs to make a cuppa and noticed a large box with a note on top. ...

First Time For Everything

True story with bondage, submission, light bdsm, consensual Quite by chance I met Anne and Frank at Fetish Con in 2013 and after accepting their invitation to have dinner with them I was taken by their honesty and apparent love for bondage (and each other) and how they used it to satisfy their needs, desires and passions. Like me Anne is submissive and enjoys role play and bondage but loves bdsm to a far greater degree than I do. Which is fine by me because as I watch what Frank does to her and imagine myself in her place it excites me to no end. However I do know my limits and there is no way I will ever go as far as they do. At least as far as I can see into my future at this point. ...

Jessica’s Torment 5: Trial and Error

story continues from part four Jessica’s Torment 5: Trial and Error Jessica pulled Angela’s legs up to her wrists and locked a short piece of chain on the chain between her ankles and the chain between her wrists. Angie was now hogtied in hard steel, her nipples painfully pinched and pressed between her weight and the mattress, and her mouth stuffed and silent. The only means of her escaping being set well out of reach on Jessica’s dresser. ...

Jessica’s Torment 6: Revulsion and Karma

story continues from part five Jessica’s Torment 6: Revulsion and Karma Carl ended his evening by returning the women back to their machines; but, with Jessica being on the spanking machine and Angela getting her pussy fucked by something much smaller than what she had in her earlier. Carl had no idea that he had just completed the women’s original plan. Jessica’s cuffs would release her in three hours and allow them to finish the night well fucked, well spanked, but most importantly; free. ...

Strapping Time

“Now that sounds like an interesting idea.” Said Mandi when it was suggested that we try bondage using leather straps instead of our usual ties using rope or duct tape. The only problem was that we did not have any leather straps. As we both were bordering on being stony broke at the time, there was little chance of either of us dashing off to the nearby store where we usually got our bondage gear to buy a selection of leather straps. ...

The Cable Guy Solves a Problem

Nick, the cable installer, was head-down in a cramped access door in the back of a kitchen cabinet, attempting to thread a connector onto an RT-6 cable. He almost had it when– “How’s it coming?” The voice, suddenly coming from above, so startled him that he dropped the connector and banged his head painfully on the back wall of the space. Awkwardly, he worked his way backwards out of the cabinet, until he was lying on the kitchen floor at the feet of his questioner. Even annoyed as he was, he could appreciate the view of black leather high heels and smooth legs going up to a slim pencil skirt. A pretty, inquisitive face under a copious amount of blonde hair looked down at him from above cantilevered breasts. ...

The Bondage Burglar

Alicia was enjoying the day off from work, not quite sure what to do first after sleeping in a little bit before having breakfast followed by a hot shower. After she finished drying off her hair she put on a black strapless bra and pair of pink cotton panties, followed by her bathrobe as she went out the front door to pick up the morning paper. Alicia was a young woman in her early thirties in age with an average build and light blue eyes, with light brown hair that went to her shoulders with some pale freckles on her face, giving her a much younger appearance to the casual observer. ...

Terms of Service

“Happy 18th birthday baby.” “Oh Mom, it’s beautiful.” Jessie said. “My little girl is all grown up, blow the candles out Honey.” Dad said. Jessie closes her eyes and blows out the candles. Mom cuts the cake while Dad answers the front door. He returns with an official looking letter, his sad face speaks the words he can’t say. “Not today, it can’t come today.” Jessie said. “They can’t even respect a girls birthday anymore?” Mom said. ...

Surprises

The bondage Kara and Sarah had placed themselves in was very elaborate, restrictive, unyielding, inescapable, and, most of all, uncomfortable and painful. Its inescapability was temporary by the use of a timer system and would eventually be removed from the equation. As would the painful element as it too was part of the timing system and would be disarmed once the timer reached zero. The rest would work itself out as the girls were able to free themselves. Kara and Sarah were both on their knees, ass to ass to one another, on the rack in their basement. Both had leather cuffs on their ankles locked to the smooth and lustrous wood top of the rack. A leather strap was also secured tightly behind the bend of their knees, holding their legs splayed wide and secure. Their thighs were held tightly together with leather straps just above their knees and high on their thighs, ensuring they could not separate themselves from each other. Straps tightened around each of the girl’s waists and connected by another strap gave final insurance they could not pull themselves apart. Being so tightly and securely bound with their asses together ensured the double-headed dildos in their pussies and rectums maintained full penetration and kept them impaled upon each other. Both the anal and vaginal dildos were bipolar electro-stimulation devices, each end working independently of the other. Their wrists were cuffed behind them and to each-other’s wrist cuffs by a loose strap. The strap between their wrists attached to a hoist system which pulled their wrists uncomfortably high. The hoist was their release system. Once the timer run down, the hoist would lower and allow the girls arms to lower to their waists and reach the keys attached to their waist belts and remove their wrist cuffs. Both girls had eight labia rings, a clitoral ring, and, nipple rings. The labial rings on each side was connected by wires, the top rings having wires running to a micro-switch mounted to the wooden table. Each girl’s nipple rings were also connected to micro-switches. The wires leading to the micro-switches each had about a quarter-inch of slack and if either girl moved enough to pull the wire taut, the micro-switch would close and cause a very painful electric shock to each of their metal rings; however, not to the one that closed the circuit, but, to the other girl’s rings. If Kara closed the circuit, Sarah would get a nasty and painful shock to her labial, clitoral, and nipple rings along with an equally painful shock deep in her vagina and ass. Visa-versa should Sarah be the one to activate the circuit. This usually leading to a vicious cycle as the shock would make the recipient buck and activate the other girl’s circuit. Both girls were hooded, gagged, blindfolded, and, bud-style earphones filling their ears with white-noise deafening them of any other sound. Kara and Sarah were completely cut off from communication with each other, and, any attempt in communication was picked up by microphones embedded in the hoods locking collar. Any sound picked up by the microphone also activated the torturous shock, however, no matter who made the sound, both girls were punished. Without any form of communication with each other it was up to both Kara and Sarah to have the will to still themselves against the pain in order to stop a vicious torture cycle once one begun. The torture cycles started quite frequent as almost any movement by either girl to try to ease the painful pull on their shoulders or any other discomfort of their bondage would take up the miniscule amount of slack in the wires and close the circuit, sending painful shocks and starting another cycle of shock induced bucks. Their bondage was not all pain however. When the two girls were able to keep from tripping pain-inducing zaps of electricity, the electricity sent into their bodies produced very sensual and pleasing tingles. The dildos in their vagina’s and asses felt like they were slowly moving in and out, their clits feeling like they were being softly stroked and caressed, their labia being softly fingered, and their nipples being sucked with an occasional mild bite thrown in here and there. During the girls testing of the sensual shocks they had found both could easily and quickly be brought to orgasm. The girls found this to be a double-edged sword however as neither of them was able to have a quiet orgasm. They found as they fell deeper into the throughs of lust, their vocal cords had a mind of their own and would activate the microphones shock and break both of their orgasmic cycles with torturously painful electrical shock. During one of these cycles however, Sarah had been so close to orgasm that the painful shock forced her into a violent and loud orgasm and Kara paid the price. The screams Sarah produced during her orgasm shocked both girls, only seeming to strengthen and prolong Sarah’s orgasm. Sarah continued to buck and shake long after her vocal cords had quieted pulling on the wires and shocking Kara long after Sarah’s own shocks had stopped. Kara had wanted to make Sarah pay for her pain but knew if a cycle of ‘revenge movements’ was begun; they could both be in pain during the whole session. Kara did not want that, nor to be the cause of it, so she stilled herself as best she could so they could both get back to the pleasure shocks. They had agreed six-hours would be a difficult but manageable amount of time for their session. As none of the cycles run in timed intervals and were solely reactionary to the girls’ sound and movements, the amount of time which had elapsed in their torturous bondage was impossible to calculate with any accuracy. Six-hours-forty-five minutes after the time they started their session, an email would be sent to their unwitting backup. The girls figured forty-five minutes gave them plenty of time to release themselves and stop the email from being sent. As the email system was independent of the timer system, they felt it to be a reliable backup. * * * * * At 5:45 in the afternoon, Stephen’s phone notified him that he had an email marked URGENT from Sarah’s email account. Stephen opened the message… Stephen, If you have received this email, then Kara and I are probably in a very bad situation and desperately need your help. It could be a matter of life and death. This plea is VERY SERIOUS and I sincerely ask that you help us out IMMEDIATELY! I know you have not been to our house. The address is 19955 El Dorado Drive. GPS it and you will find it without a problem. When you get here, you can find the door key in a plastic key-box buried under the fourth rock to the right of the walkway. It will open both locks on the door. Upon entering, there will be stairwell to the right of the door which leads to the basement. The key-code to the door is 55991. Yes, the house number in reverse. Believe me, we will be as mortified by you finding us as you will be surprised. We hope you understand. Both Kara and myself will be forever in your debt for your help! Sarah Stephen had to reread the email over a couple times. The fact that Sarah said it could be a matter of life and death scared him into action. He had only met Kara a couple of times but had made love to Sarah when they were young and she was still trying to figure out her sexuality. It hurt Stephen when she decided she enjoyed sex with women more than she did with men, but, they still remained friends and he cared for her deeply. Stephen did not want harm to befall his ex-lover nor her new lover. Stephen entered the address into his phones GPS. The drive would take him about fifteen-minutes. It was in a part of town he was not familiar with but was savvy to the neighborhood and it meant that Kara must be quite well off. Sarah was from the same side of the tracks as he was and knew she could not afford to live in that area any more than he could. Stephen drove like the devil was on his tail… * * * * * The email Sarah had composed to Stephen had; due to the improper setup of the auto-email program; been sent two-hours earlier than it should have. Kara and Sarah’s programmed bondage session was not set to end until 7:00 pm and the email wasn’t supposed to be sent until forty-five minutes after that. However, Sarah forgot to take into consideration the programs default time-zone being Central Time and had never reset it to Pacific Time. Neither girl knew the email had been sent or even how much time had elapsed or how much was left. Kara and Sarah’s minds become lost to the passage of linear time and focused only on the number of orgasms; two for Kara, three for Sarah; the cost of each orgasm upon their bodies, and the pain wracking their uncomfortably positioned bodies. Both Kara and Sarah were independently hoping their time was nearing the end and looking forward to several hours of convalescing rest. * * * * * Stephen pulled into the long driveway of the address he was given and thought the place to be somewhere between a house and a mansion. It was a three story Colonial complete with a large front porch and columns on either side of the main entry door. He didn’t ponder long at its size or its exterior amenities however and wasted no time finding the rock Sarah had mentioned and digging three inches beneath it to find the plastic box buried below it. Stephen removed the key from the box while bounding up the front steps, taking two at a time. He unlocked both locks on the large double-doors and swung the main door open, not bothering to close it behind him. He didn’t bother looking around the large foyer but focused on finding the stairwell down to the basement. Stephen found the stairs to the basement in short order and wasted no time getting to the closed door below. He quickly keyed 55991 on the keypad on the door and heard a click. Stephen pushed on the door and it opened easily though he could tell the door was quite sturdy and heavy. “Sarah, Kara, are you down he…” he began to ask loudly, the question dying on his tongue before being fully uttered. Neither woman turned their head to the sound of Stephen’s voice but he could see they were quite lively… and, quite bound. Stephen slowly made his way to the large wooden table the two women were bound upon, unable to take his eyes off of them and unable to fully comprehend what he was seeing. The luminosity of the room was neither extremely dark nor bright; only light enough for him to make out the two bound women and how tightly and entirely bound they were. He could not see, however, the wires leading to each of their sexes or their nipples. Finally understanding neither of the two girls, whom had somehow sent him a dire plea for help, were not actually in direct danger, Stephen began to look around the room. The first thing he noticed was a computer screen with large numbers counting down…00:46:22…the seconds steadily counting down. “A timer?” Stephen mused quietly to himself though he was sure if the girls knew he had entered, one or both would have turned their heads in his direction when he spoke as he entered the room. He was not sure how deaf they were but he knew something had kept them from hearing him. “Emergency email has been sent.” Was displayed in smaller window below the one with the timer. Stephen turned his gaze back to the bound women. As he peered closer he finally caught sight of the thin wires leading to several different locations of each of the girl’s bodies. He also noticed the four boxes the wires ran to and watched the displays. Each display had power-output indicators which, at the time, seemed to be nearly to their highest level. Stephen scratched his head without being aware of doing so. He was trying to figure out what exactly it was that he was seeing. Stephen noticed the winch holding the two girls arms tight and high above them, then, he noticed the keys clipped to the black leather belts snugged tightly around each of their waists. Stephen slowly began to grasp what the girls had done, how they planned to be released, and, furthermore, that he was not supposed to have received the email he had been sent quite yet. Stephen looked closely at the clips which held the keys to the belt and decided with the thickness of the belts and the style of the clips, he should be able to remove the keys without the girls knowing if he was careful. He unclipped the keys from each belt and, as he thought, the bound women never made a flinch of acknowledgement of the action. Stephen decided he would sit and watch as the two lovelies game played out. He decided he had plenty of time to go upstairs and close and lock the front door now that he knew the girls were safe and secure the basement door when he returned. While he was upstairs however, Stephen decided to find the kitchen. He hoped the girls may have some beer in the fridge. He was not disappointed, pulled two out then headed back down to the helpless beauties in the basement. When Stephen made it back into the basement he noticed one of the girls bucking more than the other. Though he had slept with one of them, their body shapes and sizes mixed with the moderate level of light and the full hoods over the girl’s heads, Stephen was not sure which one it was. Stephen looked at the power levels on the boxes. Following the wires, Stephen figured his initial reading of the power levels must’ve been wrong as the boxes leading to the bucking woman seemed to be on low and the boxes to the woman remaining more still, though only slightly, had what he believed the high power. While he watched the displays, the bucking woman began to moan and scream loudly into her gag, and Stephen watched as both displays showed the power level bars nearly light-up fully once again. * * * * * Kara exploded with her third orgasm while Sarah did everything she could do to hold herself from pulling on the switches and causing another battle of wills against the torturous shocks. Sarah was happy that Kara was able to achieve another orgasm even if her own body was paying a painful price for it. Sarah was sure Kara had suffered terribly through the three orgasms she herself had enjoyed and was quite willing to endure Kara’s orgasms. Sarah knew her body was completely spent and she would not enjoy another orgasm. She also hoped their time was almost complete. She felt as if they had been bound here together for days and was not sure just how much longer she could endure the pleasure cycle, let alone anymore of the pain cycles. Sarah’s shoulders were on fire, her knees felt as if they were rubbed raw and bleeding, her pussy and asshole felt as if the dildo’s had been replaced with baseball bats, of which she had the thick end stuck in her, and her hips felt as if the baseball bats had been used on them before being shoved into her. Sarah prayed this was almost over and cursed herself for agreeing to six hours. Kara couldn’t help her third orgasm. It came very unexpectedly and quickly rose within her. Actually having the orgasm felt great and it was the most explosive one she had today. She did, however, feel bad for Sarah as she knew how much pain she was putting her through. Kara had learned herself that there was no getting used to the pain. She hoped she would but she had not and was very sure that Sarah hadn’t either. Kara knew her body has endured more pain than she had ever intended to undergo during the session. She never took into account how much pain the actual bondage would put her through. Her shoulders feel as if they have been torn from their sockets and is very concerned that she may have sustained serious and permanent damage in them. Her hips ache terribly, her back feels as if she has knots in the muscles the size of Texas and her knees feel as if they have been worked over Nancy Kerrigan style. Kara couldn’t help but think that her ex-Domme; whom she believed to be the most mean and wicked bitch on the face of the Earth; had not treated her this badly. Close, but not quite. Kara was never so happy as when that contract had ended. She thought it to be the worst year of her life. However, she is quite convinced, this is by far the worst six-hour block of her life. But, Kara is even more concerned for her lover bound to the rear of herself. She hopes beyond hope that she has not hurt Sarah too much. Unlike herself, Sarah had never had a Domme; either good or bad; and hasn’t been tested to her fullest. Kara is worried that since this was worse than she had ever been through, what could Sarah be thinking? Both Kara and Sarah screamed in unison as they felt the electricity stop and the hoist begin to first, release the tension on their arms, then lower them slowly towards their backs…and to the keys they desperately needed. Though neither girl knew the other was thinking the same thing, they were both frustrated by how slowly the hoist descended. Now they each knew how long they had been tied and tortured and each were ecstatic their six-hour ordeal was complete. As the pressure was released from their shoulders, they could tell each other began to sob as each of the others stomach contractions resonated through the dildos they shared. And, even though both girls wanted nothing more than to obtain the keys on their belts, they allowed their heads and upper torso’s to be lowered to the top of the wooden rack before pulling their arms down toward their waists. Both girls were much too spent to hold their shoulders up and bring their arms down. Bending at the waist placed much more pressure on the dildo’s stuck in them, almost painfully, but that too didn’t matter. They would soon be free of their restraints and free of the phalluses deep inside. Each of the women felt around for the keys as their arms finally reach the belts around each of their waists. Kara and Sarah could feel each other’s bound hands pulling here and there, moving the strap attached to the other wrist restraints around on their bare asses. Each could feel the strap move ever more as they each search proved futile. Both had found the clip which should be holding the keys, but, no keys were there. They screamed and struggled and searched. Kara was sure the clips held the keys securely and that they could not have fallen off. Sarah tried to remember if she had indeed clipped the keys to her belt, assuring herself that Kara and she had checked one another and confirmed each other had. The two women began to fight and struggle against their bonds with renewed vigor as they felt the hoist begin to pull their arms towards the rafters once again. * * * * * Stephen was taking the last couple sips of his second beer when the timer finally reached three sets of zero’s. It didn’t take him too long to understand the bucking which one of the girls was doing when he came back into the basement was the result of a strong and intense orgasm. He was also able to discern that the movement of one girl caused the other to be tortured by electricity. The one thing he wasn’t able to quite figure out is why these girls would do this. Sarah never asked Stephen to do any kind of bondage while they were together and never considered she would be open to it. He surely would have. Stephen has always been fascinated by bondage and would’ve loved to have Sarah as his sub. While he waited for the timer to count down, Stephen looked around the basement and found it to be a dungeon. He finally realized that the two girls were bound upon a medieval styled rack. There were two wooden stocks in one of the corners, two studded torture chairs in another. Against one wall was an X-cross. There were several large eye-bolts in the rafters, one set having single manacles dangling on chains, obviously to chain someone with their arms held high and wide above their head. Others had handcuffs attached to a chain hanging down. Looking about the floor, Stephen found eye-bolts mounted to pop-ups in the floor which could pop-up for use but stowed to keep from tripping over. He thought this to be quite ingenious. The more he looked the more complete he found the dungeon and even found things he was not exactly sure what their use was but figured, with time, he could figure it out. As the timer counted down to within one minute of what the girls believed to be their release, he chose a red leather covered and studded paddle, pulled it from its hook on the wall and sat back down in the chair near the computer. Stephen really wanted to see what the girls would do when they realized there were no keys to release themselves with. Stephen sat watching as the timer hit zero and the girls tensed muscles relaxed as the electricity quit assaulting their body’s. He had noticed the rings on each part of the girl’s sexual parts and how each one had electrical wires attached to them. As both of them had the piercings, it was an addition Sarah had acquired since they had separated a few years ago. Stephen watched as the hoist slowly lowered the women’s arms and how they allowed their body’s to be lowered to the table before making an attempt to grab the keys. He figured they must be exhausted. He had no way to be certain how long they were enduring this before he got here but knew they were in it for more than two hours. Stephen also figured they had to be in it well before the computer sent him the email, but, he couldn’t believe they had been bound and tortured for much more than four hours. Not the way they were being assaulted while he was here. He watched as the two searched their belts for the keys; the search becoming ever more frantic as the reality sunk in that the keys were not where they had been when they started this adventure. Stephen somewhat felt bad for doing what he had and was doing—but only somewhat. He allowed the women to search and panic for several minutes, listening to the frantic and frustrated cries from their gagged mouths, before he pushed the button on the hoists control pad to pull their arms up once again. Stephen somewhat chuckled as the girl’s fought ever more heavily against their restraints and the hoist pulling their arms back up. He could tell they were in utter terror. Once the hoist stopped and the girl’s arms were once again pulled tight, Stephen noticed that the electrical torture cycle had also begun again. Their muscles began to convulse. He waited until they could let themselves drop the power down. Stephen didn’t know if they thought something went terribly wrong with their system or if they suspect someone was here with them, though, Stephen planned to remove that uncertainty very shortly. Stephen allowed them to enjoy the lower power setting for a couple of minutes before he gave either Kara or Sarah’s ass a hard swat with the paddle. Still having no idea of which one was which, Stephen landed the same smart swat on the other’s bare ass-cheek. Stephen wished he could get a swat lower on each cheek, but, the way they were bound only allowed for him to land them just below their waists. Each swat he landed, which he alternated between each ass and each cheek, caused the girls to buck and step the electricity up to the high setting. Stephen also noticed their nipples elongate as they pulled hard against the wires connected to the table, sure that the pull had to be hurting almost as much as the shock. He worked on each of their asses until he could make out the red glow of their skin even in the dim lighting. Again, Stephen allowed the two bound beauties to relax and allow the power to drop down before moving on to his next action. As they began to gain control of themselves, he tried to decide which girl’s hood he would remove first. Stephen hoped he would remove his ex-girlfriends hood first. Then he could just leave his ex’s new love’s hood on and not have to deal with her. Stephen decided he would flip a coin. Heads…girl on the left…tails…girl on the right. Heads. Stephen walked around and looked through the keys. There was no way for him tell which key was for the lock on the collar so he decided he would just have to try each of them until he found the correct one. Stephen wished he would have kept track of which keyring was attached to which girl. He made it through the first set of keys without any of them working. The third key on the second set made the small lock click open. Stephen decided he would put this set of keys in his left pocket and the other in his right, keeping them separated now. The blindfold was attached to the hood but the gag was under the hood. Stephen was happy since when the hood was removed the girl would still be silenced. He released each of the buckles running up the back of the hood and slowly slipped it off of her head. Stephen looked into fearful but angry eyes of emerald green. It was Kara. Sarah’s eyes are deep blue. Kara’s eyes opened as wide as they could possibly open. Obviously the painful shocking had begun again. Kara screamed howls of agony into her gag, forcing Stephen to believe the wires leading to the hood was what made the girls to remain quiet. During the whole time Stephen had been there he had not heard either of them make the noise that Kara is now. Stephen pulled the set of keys from his right pocket and walked to the still hooded Sarah. The lock on her collar opened after two failed attempts with the wrong keys and finished unbuckling it, pulling it free once it was loose enough. Sarah’s beautiful face had the same tear streaked cheeks as Kara but Sarah’s tugged at his heart whereas Kara had made Stephen feel nothing. Sarah’s eyes were filled with more pain than he had ever seen in anybody’s. Kara’s eyes probably showed the same pain, but, Stephen knew Sarah’s eyes; he didn’t know Kara’s other than a few times of meeting her. He decided the girls had suffered enough pain and found the power buttons on the electrical boxes and powered all four off. Both women slumped limply against the restraints securely binding them. Stephen went back to Sarah. Sarah’s blue orbs had always been windows to her emotions and Stephen watch those eyes quickly turn from wonderment, fear, then anger and hold that latter emotion. She screamed through her gag. Stephen could not make out the words but was quite sure she was not thanking him for saving them. Stephen decided he could probably have a much calmer conversation with the girl he had not slept with and left Sarah’s gag strapped deeply in her maw. Stephen walked around to Kara. “Can we have a calm conversation if I remove your gag?” Her lover’s ex-boyfriend asked. “Upphh ouugghh!” He clearly made it out—Fuck you! “I came here because I got an email saying you two were in trouble. It said you girls could die.” He explained to her. “Ohh Aayy.” She replied and Stephen took that to mean they could have that calm dialogue he was requesting. Stephen pulled Kara’s keys out of his pocket and tried four keys before finding the key to the gag. Damned how he wished these keys and locks were marked. He buckled the gag and pulled the large ball from her mouth with a pop. Kara flexed her jaw from side to side and opened and closed, apparently needing to work out the kinks before trying to speak. He gave her the time she needed. “Tell me again. Why the fuck are you here Stephen?!?” Kara hissed. “I got an email from Sarah asking me to help. How else could I be here? I had no idea where you lived. No idea where the key to the door was. And, no idea what the code to the basement door was. It was all in the email I received.” Stephen explained to her as concisely as he knew how. “Ok. So you came to save us. Why’d you fuck us over and spank us? Why are our arms stretched up behind us again? You’re not quite being our saint and fucking savior Stephen!” “Ok…ok. Once I noticed you were safe and not in trouble I stuck around and decided to play. My bad. But I kind of decided I should be rewarded for coming to help.” He said, knowing as soon as it left his mouth he had stepped on his own dick. “What!?! Do you want us to fuck you or something!?! Real fucking chivalrous Stephen!” The venom in Kara’s voice hanging in the air like a heavy mist. “Sarah decided to use you as a backup because she trusted you, you bastard!” “Look. I’ll just reset the machine now that we all know it works, let you girls finish your fun and be gone. We can just leave this behind us.” Stephen said. “Oh sure. We all win. Only after Sarah and I get tortured and tormented for another six fucking hours. What the fuck…it’s a win-win for all of us. We are tired and have suffered a lot of pain for a very long time Stephen. I don’t think I could handle another six hours and I am quite fucking sure that Sarah couldn’t, but fuck it, if that’s what you want to do then gag me, hood us, and fuck us over if that’s what you want to do. I obviously am not in a position to stop you.” “You’ve been in this for six hours?” Stephen asked in amazement. “Well, closer to seven now I’m guessing. Go ahead…give us another six.” Kara said, tears filling her deep green eyes and opening her mouth wide, inviting me to put the gag back in. “No. I can’t do that. I thought maybe it was three, maybe four hours. Not six.” Stephen said. “Could I maybe help you girls play? Not screw you…I know you’re not into that and Sarah isn’t any longer. Just maybe play some S&M games a little?” He asked. Stephen could see Kara thinking about it and she had not nixed the idea straight out, and took this to be a possible good sign. “I will have to ask Sarah what she thinks about it before I can agree to anything. Let us release ourselves and I will talk to her about it. I think I can persuade her. I think you just might have a pretty good idea. We have needed a third person to help us with our kinks.” Kara said, nearly flooring Stephen with her openness to the possibility. Stephen pressed the button on the hoist’s control pad to set it in motion, lowering Kara and Sarah’s arms once again. When there was enough slack, Stephen removed the belt connected between the girl’s wrists from the hook at the end of the cable. He put the keys to each girl’s locks in their perspective hands. “I know you have already seen both of us in a very uncompromising position,” Kara started, “and you will probably be seeing us naked quite a bit over the next while, but, I would prefer you to go upstairs, have a beer, and wait for us to call you with our answer.” The bound girl working at the locks for her release laying before him finished. “Ok.” Stephen replied somberly, hoping he could’ve been allowed to watch the girl’s as they removed their bindings. Stephen did as Kara had requested. Kara and Sarah worked the next fifteen minutes removing their bondage and the wires connected to the rings on their sensual and sexual pleasure parts. The two girl’s sat on the rack as they palavered about what Stephen had requested and Kara had agreed to speak to her lover about. After several minutes, their answer had been reached and Kara yelled up the stairs for Stephen to rejoin them. As Stephen entered the door to the basement and began to turn into the room, he felt a sharp, powerful sting on the back of his neck. The sudden and unexpected jolt of electricity from the stun-gun in Kara’s hand laid him out and unconscious. When Stephen awoke, the pain in his head was not the only sensation he noticed as his mind began to clear. He could feel the steel shackles on his ankles and wrists that was pulling his body tightly across the wooden top of the rack. He could feel the pinch of the clamps on his nipples and the wire wrapped tightly around his balls and cock. The anal plug was also quite apparent. A dildo-gag was held deep and tight within his mouth and a thick blindfold covered his eyes. Stephen could feel the bump of the microphone pressing against his throat, held in place by the leather collar around his neck. “We decided we could use you as our partner Stephen.” Kara said. “But, we need some rest. Sarah and I are very tired. As you just woke up…” Sarah giggled when Kara said it “…you should be good for a while.” “We figured you might enjoy the amount of electricity we endured, so, we left the power levels where they were for us.” This time it was Sarah who spoke. “I would highly advise you to remain very, very quiet and, extremely still. It’s one bitch of a bite when these things go into torture mode.” Sarah finished as she pushed the power buttons to turn on the power-boxes and send voltage into him. Stephen bucked but held his voice. However, the girls had also connected the movement switches and Stephen screamed and thrashed as the power level jumped. “Have fun Stephen. We’re going to get some rest. We’ll see you in several hours.” Kara said, both girls laughing as they closed the door to the basement behind them.

Model Trap

Simone and Kate met at the university where they study. They like each other from the beginning. Therefore, they are drawn together in a flat since second semesters to save money for living, because students are customary always short of money. Some try themselves as waitress in one of the many bars around the university. Unfortunately, this part time job isn´t the right one for the girls, because they dropped the tray at the first trial work and the drinks are poured over a guest. This is why the two girls always browse the newspapers for quick and easy jobs. ...

Searching for the Limit

Tim was sitting at his desk. Annoyed. He was trying to wrap up a call that just wouldn’t end and this had been a pretty long day at the office. Active avoidance wasn’t paying off. “Yea, and I’ll call you when…” nope. “Oke, so next time..”.. One final effort went into “If that’s all for today I’d like to sign off”.. As the voice on the other line twittered on his thoughts slowly drifted away to his remaining tasks of the week. Luckily there were few, this being Thursday. That being said, Cassandra and Amy did most of the work these days. When he had started the company he had pretty much lucked into a great business model that was quickly adopted as a business standard mostly because none of the major companies wanted to support a business standard proposed by one of their competitors. ...

Teacher's Pet

Clicking out of his program, Jeff leaned back in his computer chair with a contented sigh. The numbers were good, everything was going slightly better than planned. If this trend continued, he’d actually wind up in better shape than he’d thought possible. Slightly less than six months earlier, Jeff had found himself holding a winning lottery ticket. Not the biggest prize, no record by any means, but big enough. Even after taxes, and spread out over twenty years, it amounted to more money than he could hope to spend. He just had to make it through this first year. ...

The Piano Teacher Part 9

continued from part 8 Part 9 In the meanwhile RS had started to sweat considerably in her thick rubber encasement. Her position in the heavy stocks was quite uncomfortable and she wondered where Master Walter was gone and what he had in mind for her. Despite – or may be just because of – feeling uncomfortable she had developed a good state of hornyness and wanted nothing more but being tied, humiliated and fucked very hard. ...

I Married a Sex Slave 4a: Tormented Toni

(story continues from I Married a Sex Slave 3: The Masked Intruder) Part 4a: Tormented Toni Toni Martin glanced at the bedroom clock, and was glad that it was after eleven PM. It was a Friday night, and by rights she should have been out partying with her girlfriends. Instead she had something else planned that was going to be far more satisfying than going out and trying to meet a man for sex. ...

I Married a Sex Slave 4b: Tormented Toni

story continued from part four Part 4b: Tormented Toni “Do you want to be my slave?” Sam asked Toni. “Yes, Master Sam.” “Why?” “Master I have always fanaticized about the idea of bondage. I’ve always dreamed of being naked, in chains, and being beaten with a whip or crop. Seeing you and slave Connie in action has made me want to experience my dreams in real life. Connie told me that you were a kind caring Master, and I would trust you with the safety of my body. Please take me as your slave, Master Sam.” ...

A Night Out

Lori and I had been friends since high school, we found out in our teens we shared a passion for bondage and together we experimented regularly. After high school we spent many days and, if I was lucky, weeks together and each time was an adventure. Lori was a… free spirit and had taken to the bondage/slave lifestyle wholeheartedly and had served several “masters” over the years. I was one of a very few people she considered a true friend and also the one she liked to push out of my “norm”. An arrangement that could, and very often did, make my life very interesting with her enjoying pushing my limits. ...

My Bondage 7: Leaving and After

(story continues from My Bondage 6: Problems and Resolution) Chapter 7: Leaving and After We Get Away We left them with Senora Rodriguez screaming at us and Diane and the Colonel trying to curse around the hot sauce soaked stockings in their mouths. We each had a suitcase, Pillar and I the ones that had arrived with us. Janice had none so I had her fill one with Diane’s clothes. I wore gloves and drove Colonel Arturo’s car as I explained the new plan I had come up with. Janice saw that I understood the risks but went along with me. ...

Matsuri Trap

Note: This story is heavily based on some Japanese style doll fetish stuff. “Dutch wife” is the Japanese term for love doll (derived from a term for body pillows), and “onaho” (short for “onanism hole”) basically refers to a fleshlight or any other kind of artificial vagina used for masturbation. In Japan love dolls and onaho are often sold separately, to be used together. The local summer festival had thus far been fun, in a cliche, predictable kind of way. One way or another their other friends hadn’t been able to make it, leaving Ayumi as Midori’s only company. They made the best of it, playing carnival games, eating cotton candy and yakisoba, and so on. It was like they were kids again. The lack of any male company wasn’t great, but they made do. At Ayumi’s insistence they tried the haunted house. Midori wasn’t afraid herself, but she didn’t want to deal with Ayumi screeching her lungs out at every little thing. Even so they went in. There was the predictable dry ice, a girl in a kimono with lots of fake blood, eyeballs hung on strings, that kind of thing. Then they found themselves in a room with no way out. At first the room seemed to have nothing but featureless blue walls, with a floor and ceiling to match. A blue cube. “I hope something interesting happens here,” said Ayumi. “I hope we can get out soon,” said Midori. After an uncomfortably long pause, the room seemed to shudder, and strange symbols glowed on the walls in white, ominous and occult. Ayumi let out a cry, while Midori was on guard, ready for whatever might be coming next. As she was trying to make sense of the symbols on the walls, Midori found she was overcome with a feeling of fatigue that made her slump down against a wall. “What’s…?” She could just barely move. Ayumi was making to check on her, but she too slumped to the floor. She couldn’t tell how long it was before a door opened and a man stepped in. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a cheap carnival mask, an Ultraman mask covered in spidery calligraphy. “It’s working,” he said, grinning. “What’s… working…?” Midori managed. “My hand…” Ayumi feebly held up her hand, and it had started to turn an unnatural pinkish color. Midori could see it happening to Ayumi’s other hand and her feet as well, and it kept creeping up her limbs. “What’s happening?” “You’re going to make the most adorable pocket pussy.” As the change started to creep into Ayumi’s torso, her limbs began to shrink into it. “But—” She cut herself off with a groan of pure pleasure. “You won’t get away with this,” Midori growled. “Oh, but there’s a different fate awaiting you.” For Midori the changes started with her toes. They fused together into one solid lump, and then ballooned out a little as the transformation began to work its way up from there. Her legs took on a uniform, cartoon-like flesh tone, with seams running down the sides, every inch making them a little more puffy and unnatural, with the faint wrinkles of inflated plastic. And she hated to admit it, but every little twinge of the change felt good, like a lustful caress. As her legs spread out wide, bending at the knees, she risked a glance back at her friend, and saw Ayumi had shrunk down even further. They really were turning Ayumi into an onaho, and she was moaning with pleasure every step of the way. Nothing had prepared Midori for what happened when the transformation hit her crotch though. Something rubbery pushed its way out of her vagina, pinkish like whatever Ayumi was turning into, and with a molded opening like a vagina. And she could feel it as though it were a part of her. Ayumi’s cries finally subsided, leaving a plastic sex toy sitting on the floor. The man picked it up and stroked it, and there was a faint, high-pitched moan from it. It had no limbs, but it had Ayumi’s head and breasts in miniature, the face contorted with pleasure. Midori meanwhile had the changes creeping up her torso. As it got over her belly button, an air valve popped out, making the air-filled lower half of her body shudder, and there was no doubt what was going to become of her. “You’re really turning me into a Dutch wife?” “Yeah. And you’re going to love it.” When it got to her breasts, she felt them expand, at least a cup size bigger than before, and felt the nipples push out, forming two more air valves, but colored pink. She was breathing hard from the sheer pleasure of it, even if it was blended with a heavy dose of fear. The change forced her arms up to her sides, leaving them bulbous and ridiculous-looking, with puffy paws instead of hands. But, curiously, it seemed to stop at her neck, leaving her head human, for now at least. She looked down at her bizarre body, then looked up into her assailant’s mask. “Now what?” Some part of her wanted to be fucked, and hard. She needed something in her pussy right away. She could detect a grin behind that mask as he reached out, took hold of her pussy, and started pulling it out. “Wh-What?! Don’t!” The sensation was so strange, so intense, that the least movements elicited little cries and moans from her. Finally, it came free with a little popping sound, and wobbled a bit in his grip. He now had an onaho in each hand, one a plain cylinder, and the other that was Ayumi. And she had an empty hole where her pussy should be. There had been days when Midori would’ve rather not had a vagina, when menstrual cramps made her want to wish it all away, but to have some masked weirdo just pull it out of her body was beyond strange. Then he slid Ayumi inside of the empty hole. As the pinkish onaho slid into place, she started to be able to feel through it. It felt different somehow, and there was something indescribably Ayumi-like about it. The man took off his boxers. He was already fully erect, and in any other situation she’d have found him thoroughly average. He set Midori on her back, and the pulled out a little bottle of clear liquid. He squirted a little onto her pussy, carefully set it down within arm’s reach, and then started to fuck her. She was no virgin, but the intensity of this was unlike anything she’d felt before. “No… Stop…” she protested feebly. “Nnnngggh!” The force of his hips moving up and down rocked her whole inflatable body, and as it went on she started to feel something strange happening to her face. “Mfffffb,” she said through cheeks that were unnaturally puffing up. Something was pushing out of her mouth, another silicone fuck hole. As he came inside of her, she came in unison with the force of a freight train, and Ayumi seemed to shudder inside of her. Her whole face seemed to push outward and smooth out, and her head became another inflatable part of her body. Finally, he rolled off of her, gasping, and put his boxers back on. He sat up, and lifted Midori to a sitting position. She could feel his breath on her shoulder, on her neck and breast, and even that faint touch was arousing. He gestured at a wall, and it became a mirror. She could still see and think, somehow. She could see herself, an inflatable Dutch wife with legs in an M pose, silicone inserts for pussy and mouth, eyes painted on. She expected him to deflate her first, but instead he took hold of her hair, and carefully pulled it off, leaving her inflatable doll head bald. In that state she barely recognized herself. Then he pulled the onahole out of her mouth, leaving a gaping plastic hole, and then pulled the dribbling Ayumi out from her crotch. If she still had the ability to talk, Midori would’ve moaned the whole while. When that was done, he opened the valves on her nipples, and her breasts deflated. Then came the valve in her belly button. At least it would be the last thing, for now. As the air came out of her, she flattened, and he very neatly folded her up and put all the parts into a box. ...

Revenge 7: Deceptions

(story continues from Revenge 6: Life and Loss) Part 7: Deceptions Note: This takes place immediately after the events of Life and Loss “Milady?” I look up and almost laughed, I forgot how silly michael looked with that baby carrier on. With the little hands and feet sticking out from his chest. At least with mikey’s almost invisible blonde hair it was not as standoutish as Juli was with her Solomon trademark red hair. ...

The Landlord's Fantasy

Samantha and her roommate Kristen were two college coeds renting an off-campus apartment, literally getting by paycheck to paycheck. Both were strikingly attractive blondes in their own right, with Samantha the well-endowed one with brown eyes and looked a lot like Drew Barrymore while Kristen was the athletic one, with dark blue eyes and great muscle tone. Their cozy apartment was very inexpensive and in a relatively nice part of town that was close to the university campus, but it came with an odd price: their landlord. Although they couldn’t prove it, they could swear that their landlord, Mr. Dee, was nothing more than a dirty old man. He was in his early 50s in age, with a thin, well-trimmed beard and mustache and an average build, and his presence always creeped them out. However, the extremely low rent for such a nice abode was something they had to take, and they rarely saw Mr. Dee anyway. Until now, that is. Through a weekend and a weekend there of too much partying, Samantha and Kristen spent all of their earnings at the bars and upscale restaurants and didn’t have enough money for the rent… again. They were now a full three months behind, dreading the arrival of an eviction notice from their landlord in the mail. Kristen was at the university gym working out, while Samantha was studying. The doorbell rang, and when Samantha answered it, Mr. Dee was standing there with a small black duffel bag in his hand. “Hello, Mr. Dee,” said Samantha, feeling her stomach sink. “Hello, Samantha,” said Mr. Dee. “May I come in?” “Of course,” answered Samantha. “What’s this about?” “You know why I’m here,” stated Mr. Dee, looking at there things strewn about the apartment. “You and Kristen are three months late with the rent. And this place is a mess. If I were to evict you now, it’d cost me a small fortune to get this place up to snuff to put back on the market.” “No, please, don’t evict us,” pleaded Samantha. “We’ll make up the rent, I promise. We’ll… we’ll do anything you want…” ...

The Punishment Chair 10: The Jacket

story continues from part nine Part 10: The Jacket Kat was now bound in place waiting to be feed some horrible mix of so called food. She could still just about see Jess still struggling across the room from her. Her mouth was ready and willing to accept any food that came down the plastic tube. Kat was not ready or willing to be humiliated in this way. But for some unknown reason she was still turned on by the idea. Her catsuit squeaked as Kat struggled to escape from the feeding hood and bondage chair. “Would you like to know what’s for dinner tonight Kat?” Kat tried to shake her head to say no. But her head was locked in place. “Well you remember your latex prison cell. I kept you locked in that small room for seven days and only feed you through a small plastic tube in the ceiling. But I also used the room as a toilet for seven days as well if you remember. Well I said I would clean it, I lied. I sucked all the piss, cum, shit and rotten food into the tank above your head. I even did the same with the latex catsuits you where wearing. I would not like to be you in 10 seconds time.” Kat woke up the next day, she was naked and locked in a huge steel cage. She was restrained with thick metal cuffs, they wrapped around her legs, stomach, neck and wrists. All the cuffs where locked together with thick steel chains. Kat was also hooded. The thick latex hood had a built-in rubber gag and blindfold. The hood was tightly laced up at the back, it was also padlocked. Kat was also wearing a thick leather collar with a number of D-rings. Kat had loved the feeding hood from the day before, even thinking about it now made her wet. She wanted to be back in the feeding chair. ...

Cassandra's Closet

Cass came out of the bathroom, damp and warm from her shower. She had a towel draped over her head, rubbed her long black hair in a vain attempt to dry it. She didn’t see Lacey standing by her closet. Lacey grabbed her, shoved her into the closet. “Hey! What … what the f-” “One time too many, roomy. One time too many.” She drove Cass to her knees, then down onto the floor. She grabbed a pair of dirty panty hose from the pile, pulled Cass’s arms behind her back and wrapped the hose around her wrists, knotted them. ...

Wrath 5

(story continues from Wrath 4) Chapter 5 Cindy was out of tears but the echoes of the searing pain still branded her memory. The bound blonde knew that pain would come again and her imagination played out every possible thing he could do to her. There was no escaping it. Her hands and elbows were still tied tightly behind her back and her ankles were bound together with leather cuffs. Her jaws ached from the ballgag she was forced the wear. Her world was still black from her blindfold; she could only imagine what she and Rachel looked like bound before this stranger. ...

Payback on the Thirteenth Floor

“It’s been way too long my old friend,” thought Alan, as he caressed the padded steel frame. It had been more than a month since he had been able to find time for a session. A combination of awkwardly timed shifts behind the hotel bar, and the hectic work leaving him over-tired meant that indulging his own passions was the last thing on his mind. After a while though, the itch to tie himself up became impossible to ignore. ...

American Dream 9: Final Weekend

(story continues from American Dream 8: Bath Time) Part 9: Final Weekend Saturday 7TH September 2006 1103am The cold water had reached Jennifer’s crotch, which she gyrated in concert with the cruel rhythm of the vibrator. Her eyes were wide open in anxious anticipation, her straining neck now fully extended, still held fast by the hair tie, in trying desperately to keep the ever deepening water at bay. Her Mother was still trying to fight the vibrator that was brutally pounding her pussy. Her struggles intensified as she could see the water rising around the bound Jennifer, and finally she tried to catch my attention by looking at me and nodding her head frantically. ...

The Piano Teacher Part 8

continued from part 7 Part 8 Back home Walter led RS into the punishment room. He ordered her not to speak a single word and then helped her to undress completely, only the various rubber tubes which controlled her orifices staying in place. He disconnected her rubber urine bag, which was filled by two thirds now with her yellowish piss, from the tube and hung it up carefully to a medical infusion stand which could be rolled around in the room. He first thought of putting her through a self urinal again but then came up with the idea, that someone else would may be the perfect candidate for a humiliating procedure and a severe slave test. He looked at RS’s stomach which was still filled with an enormous amount of enema liquid. All of a sudden he had a certain vision for some new humiliating experiences for RS and so he allowed her to the bowl and opened the clamp, which sealed off the enema tube which was connected to the inflatable rubber anal plug. RS sighed when allowed to release herself. To her, it was again a very strange and humiliating feeling to empty her bowels through a thick rubber tube. As soon as she nodded with her head to let her Master know that she had finished, Walter clamped the tube again and then pumped up the inflatable rubber plug in her anus as hard as she could barely stand. After this she was ordered back in the middle of the punishment room again and Walter told her to kneel down and put her hands behind her back. ...

Cat & Krista's Capture

This is my my first attempt at writing a fiction story, let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more. Her small wrists tugged furiously against the leather straps. It was really quite exhilarating to watch. After months of careful planning everything worked out perfectly and my new sex toy was exactly how I wanted her. She, of course, was not as satisfied with the situation as me and I couldn’t blame her. Being kidnapped and tightly bound doesn’t exactly ease the mind. Under normal circumstances I almost believe she would enjoy the tight bondage, but being forced to watch the horrible fate of her sister had thrown her into a panic. Her sister Krista was a year older and although I did enjoy playing with them together, I couldn’t resist showing the younger sister, Catherine, exactly what I had in store for her. ...

Room Service

Diana pushed open the door. A wall of noise hit her. The place was packed, too crowded to work, but then he caught her eye. A lot of the men glanced her way, just to check her out. He held her gaze for a moment, then turned his attention back to the TV. Diana made a slow circuit of the bar. When she got to him he slid off the stool. ...

Getting the Business

“What is SHE doing here?” It was a duet. The two businesswomen – both powerful, both accomplished, both used to getting what they wanted exclusively – glared at each other from opposite sides of the conference room. The Master made no outward sign of his feelings, but secretly he was very pleased. The mutual hostility would add greatly to his experiment. “The two of you,” he said coolly, “are in competition for a certain project of mine. This project will, however, require your two companies to work together. I wish to see if you can do something that will require you to cooperate with each other under highly stressful conditions. Shall we begin?” ...

Bitgirl Part 4: Bitgirl's Reward

(story continues from Bitgirl Part 3: The Race) Part 4: Bitgirl’s Reward Evans grabbed Bitgirl’s reins, yanked her head around before she could plant another hoof in Dee’s crotch. That she realized that Dee was, in fact, a man made the idea irresistible. Evans led his pony down the hill to where Angela sat, cradling her arm. He helped the girl into the cart and led them back to the stall. He released Bitgirl from the cart, helped Angela walk inside. He cinched Bitgirl’s reins to a ring in the wall. Shut the door. ...

Helping a Friend

“Abby? I’m Jack, a friend of Jane‘s. She said you were needing help with something?” “Oh, hello Jack. Please come in.” Stepping inside, Jack glanced around the small room. The apartment as a whole was small, somehow seeming suitable for a young woman fresh out of college. Finishing his brief examination, he turned back toward his hostess. “Thanks for coming over,” she was saying. “Did she tell you what it was I needed help with?” ...

Cast Party

A movement caught his eye. He picked up the binoculars, focused. The curvy girl was leaving the pool, tits swaying as she climbed the ladder. She turned and walked away from him. The sight of her ass jiggling made him hard. The blonde was thin, almost boyish with slim hips and a small, round ass that didn’t jiggle when she walked. Had a nice rack, though. Curvy girl settled on the lounge next to hers. Blondie was absorbed in her Kindle and didn’t look up. ...

Like Mother, Like Daughter

“Abby? I’m Jack, a friend of your mom. She said you were needing help with something?” “Oh, hello Jack. Please come in.” Stepping inside, Jack glanced around the small room. The apartment as a whole was small, somehow seeming suitable for a young woman fresh out of college. Finishing his brief examination, he turned back toward his hostess. “Thanks for coming over,” she was saying. “Did mom tell you what it was I needed help with?” ...

Perhaps I Should Have Told Him

Author’s note: I have really tried to enhance my story this time by adding stuff not particularly dealing with how and where. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that descriptive writing isn’t my strong side, and I’m having to ship the story as is. While I’m writing this I have the tingling sensation in my secret place from a self whipping session which involved nettles. Somehow on the holiday described in this story I have become obsessed with nettles, and while I finish proofreading I am taking full advantage of the season’s last nettles. If there is a God, I’m sure he will send me straight to hell, but I hear that there are plenty of nettles there… And as always - any sbelling misdakes are there for your entertainment and to satisfy your need to feel superiour - if you have the need for such a thing. To all of you superiour beings that have English as a native language, I’d like to ask to send me your extended comments on my grammatical errors, spelling and split infinitives in Danish and with the correct spelling and syntax. I hope you will enjoy the story about my last summer holiday in Sweden. I usually write about my self bondage experiences, but this time my husband beat me to it. I was proofreading a story from my past when events overtook me in the fast lane. This is the story of my life changing suddenly and dramatically, but luckily for the better. ...

The Further Training of 'S' 11: Rewarding the Ponygirls

continued from part 10_ Chapter 11: Rewarding the Ponygirls “We were very surprised at the success of slave ‘S’ and Lizzie in the pony buggy race. We had given them no chance of winning and had planned a very interesting and prolonged punishment regime for them; what a pity they won. However there will be other times when we can indulge in proper punishment for them both. You are of course to be congratulated for your success in training them to win; you obviously take your job very seriously. Now do come and sit down” ...

Wish Lists

The snow felt like tiny ice-picks as Wes trudged through the drifts on the sidewalk. He left the Highlander’s engine on so the defroster would be able to keep up with the windshield wipers. Wes had checked the note twice and the address written on it belonged to a small two-story townhouse with a Christmas wreath on the door and a glowing plastic Santa on the doorstep. There were no other lights on inside or out, though the neighbors had gone to great lengths to try and illuminate the entire block with their holiday lighting. ...

Jump Start

Everyone who practices BDSM got their start somewhere. Somehow. Maybe it was you or your lover trying to spice up your bedroom play by acting out a scene from a mainstream TV show. Or perhaps you were seduced into the lifestyle by a more experienced man or woman. My start? I guess you could call it a ‘Jump Start’. I imagine it’s a little different from most folks, I think. It’s such a vivid memory that I think about it often when I’m by myself, hooded and chained in my self-bondage. Though it happened almost 20 years ago, my blood boils over when I let myself think back to that fateful day…. ...

The Fall of Mistress Diana 3: Mistress Francesca

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. ...

Livin’ the Mummy Dream 4: Sisters’ Delight

continued from part 3 Part 4: Sisters’ Delight After Mark finally cut the stiff, ball-gagged, sweaty, tired and sated sisters off of their mummy-boards nearly 5 hours later with their vibrators set on low, following another endurance contest, won by Gina, Sheila was exhausted after her long, eventful, exciting day, and was soon off to bed after a chat with her sister about tomorrow’s plans, gushing with happiness and appreciation. Mark and Gina got ready for bed. ...

Rubber Week

“Thank you for coming this morning, Miss Montgomery,” the man in the lab coat said. “This is Nurse Reineke, my assistant. She will be your constant companion over the next seven days.” “As you already know from your interview, our clinic is conducting a medical experiment on behalf of a European clothing manufacturer. To be more specific than I could be before, the purpose of the experiment is to allow us to develop safer latex clothing for the concerned fetishist. Because it will involve you wearing an internal body temperature monitor probe and some peculiar rubber clothing while occasionally restrained in simulated bondage, just to test the clothing under rigorous field conditions, we must avoid even the appearance of impropriety. We mustn’t have anybody accuse us of paying you for sex,” he chuckled. “Therefore, we must have you sign these releases before we can begin. Please sign there, there, there and there. Thank you.” “Now, in return for your participation in the experiment, we have prepared this cashier’s check for $2,000.00 made out to you, to be held by the third party of your choice. If you will please address this stamped envelope with that party’s name and address and enclose a note instructing him or her to hold the money for you and to pick you up here a week from today at Monday Noon, I will be glad to mail it for you.” “Do you understand that you will not be able to receive telephone calls at this number for the course of the week? Ah, you did not tell anybody you were coming here. That is good. Telephones can be very distracting.” “All set with the envelope? Good. I will go take care of this letter while you shower in that room over there. Be sure to wash your hair, and while you are in there you might wish to make use of the toilet. You may hang your street clothes in this locker. You will not need a padlock. This is a very private clinic.” “I’m back. All finished? Good. It is very important that you be very dry for the first stage of the experiment. Use extra towels if you need them, and use the hair dryer as long as you wish. Dust yourself with talcum powder when you are done. Don’t be afraid to use all you want. We have plenty.” “That will do. Now Nurse Reineke must take your temperatures, both orally and rectally. This is very important, as the purpose of the experiment is to measure the effects of confinement in rubber on the body’s temperature. Many people find it unpleasantly warm after strenuous activities, but we believe we have found a solution for that. We will show you the prototype suit later in the week, but for now we just need some baseline temperatures.” “Today you are just going to put on a normal rubber catsuit, without any coverings on the hands or feet or head. It is rather tight, but the talcum powder will help you to get into it. When you are in, Nurse Reineke and I will help you with the zipper up the back. Some people find the back zippers impossible to manipulate by themselves, but others find the smooth front it allows to be more attractive.” “Hold your breath while we zip it up. There. This zipper has three slides to it, so that the lower end may be opened through the crotch area without unzipping the suit itself. This will allow you to go to the toilet when you need to, and will allow us to insert the temperature monitors when and where needed. By moving the second and third slides together, we can create a ‘portable hole’ of sorts that does not compromise the integrity of the rubber encasement.” “Go ahead and walk around a bit while I prepare the temperature monitor. Wave your arms above your head to make sure the suit is comfortably in place. Is the bodice correctly sized? It isn’t too tight, I hope. Yes, the molded breast cups are quite becoming, don’t you think Nurse Reineke?” “Now she must unzip the crotch of your suit to set the first temperature monitor in place. As you can see it is no larger than a normal rectal thermometer, and is made of soft plastic for comfort and safety sake. This small wire will lead to a recording device you will wear on a belt around your waist. It will record your body temperature at one-minute intervals. If you would be so kind as to bend over, we will lubricate it and begin.” “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Now we can just sit and chat while we establish some new baseline temperatures. After the first hour, if you get too warm you may dial the thermostat down to whatever level of air conditioning you are comfortable with. After lunch, we will have you do some exercise on either the treadmill or the stationary bicycle to see how that affects you. After you have finished each exercise period, you may adjust the thermostat again to whatever you are comfortable with.” “I’m sorry if I did not mention to you before lunch that all of your meals for the next week were going to be liquid diet supplements. However, this is necessary, as towards the end of the week it may be difficult for you to expel solids. I assure you that the reason for this will not be harmful in any way, but it will just take too long to unhook you from the monitoring devices. You may have all of the water you desire, and, if you wish, one glass of wine with your evening meal.” “Excellent. That is the last of the treadmill runs. Your body temperature peaked as expected, but has remained within safe levels. You may remove your suit now, and shower before dinner. Nurse Reineke will help you with the zipper and the body temperature monitor. After dinner you will put on a new suit with attached hands and feet, and we will repeat the body temperature tests.” “Do you like the retsina, Miss Montgomery, or may I call you Victoria? It is a private label from a small vineyard in Thessalonika. Yes, it makes my head swim too, and I have been drinking it for years. If you wish, you may take a short nap while Nurse Reineke gives you a massage. You will sleep, and wake up feeling refreshed and ready for more rubber.” “As you can see this suit covers everything but your head. Again it was a little tight putting on, but we find this design most efficient at allowing the body heat to radiate outward through the suit. The less air there is between you and the suit, the cooler you will be. After the first hour on the treadmill, you may again adjust the air conditioning as you desire.” “This probe is somewhat larger, but only because it contains a memory unit which will store the minute-by-minute temperature readings throughout the night. This will save you the bother of wearing the waist belt, and make it more comfortable for you to sleep. Why yes, of course you must wear the suit overnight. It is an important part of the experiment. Except for the occasional change of suits, you will be covered in rubber for the entire seven days of the test. Don’t worry, you will easily get used to it.” “Excellent. The stationary bicycle test went exactly as expected, though I see you are quite warm. Do you need any more water? Don’t worry, you will be allowed to pass water before being put to bed. We will even remove the probe for ten minutes to allow you to defecate. For now, just relax while your body temperature returns to normal.” “Very good. Now we will prepare you for sleep. Just as we needed to test your temperature before during strenuous activity, now we need to test it under conditions of near immobility, in order to get a crucial set of baseline readings. Please lay down near the middle of the cot. Don’t worry, these padded cuffs will not harm the suit. If you will please extend your arms straight out to the sides of the bed, I will attach them to these straps. Now your ankles, please. Thank you. One final question, do you prefer to sleep with or without a light on? Fine. Pleasant dreams.” ...

Magic Night

In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. For a while now Magician had been trying to come up with a new idea for the act which would wow the audience even more than usual. He had put his lovely assistant Diane into lots of different containers and restraints and fascinated people with her feats of human endurance and superb breath control. He needed something to take it to the next level. Then it struck him; why not use the principle of two women at his mercy and each others for that matter. If one girl could survive with such little air, then how much quicker would two use up that precious commodity. ...

Livin’ the Mummy Dream 3: Enter Sheila

continued from part 2 Part 3: Enter Sheila She ravenously ate the bites of Shrimp Scampi as quickly as he could put them into her mouth, between his bites and sips of the Chablis wine. She was angled upright on the memory-foam body-board, her raised arms and hands and spread legs and feet wrapped and taped immovably down to the appendage sections. Her entire body is covered and tightly compressed to the table with her pierced nipples sticking out. She is anxious to call her half-sister about coming out to L.A. from upstate New York after her surprising and shocking phone-call. Her 18th birthday is 10 days away, her biggest wish to “get tied-up real good!” Disneyland and all other attractions are secondary to her, the little bondage freak! ...

The Medic Class 3: The Final Exam

continued from part 2 Part 3: The Final Exam Another Saturday arrived, and I anxiously looked forward to another session with my two erotic instructors. When I arrived at Carol’s house, I was surprised to be met at the door by Wendy. She was an absolute knock out with a white tank top that accentuated her massive boobs and opened a wide valley of cleavage. Her tight Daisy Dukes only heightened my desire to have her in bondage. ...

Real Bondage For Anne Part 4

(story continues from Real Bondage For Anne Part 3) Authors note; Though the characters in this story are real people, this story is pure fiction and never really took place. I wrote this story especially for my friend Anne Woolsey, who is also an excellent fetish writer in her own right! You can find some of her stories right here on Gromets Plaza. I would also like to give a special thanks to KobeLee for allowing me to use her as a character in this story. You can find Kobe at her home page, www.kobelee.com There, you will find links to her other modeling sites too, including her profile and lots of nice pics! ...

Market Test

NOTICE: All of the text of this story is Copyright by the author, EHY, unless otherwise indicated. The author gives permission to freely copy any of the stories for personal use, and to post them in any appropriate forum so long as the author is credited and a copy of this notice is included in the copy. Some of these stories involve situations considered by many to be inappropriate for young people, or anyone, to read. If you are offended by the idea of sex, nudity, or sex with incompletely-consenting individuals or non-human objects, or if it is illegal in your community for you to read stories involving such things, please do not read these stories. ...

Scourned Bound 2

(story continues from Scorned Bound) Part Two Bill put his feet up on the coffee table, reached for the remote, and clicked on the thirty-two-inch monitor against the wall opposite the couch, making himself as comfortable as its cushiness was designed to offer. As she entered the room, and plopped down next to him, Vera asked, “Now what?” They both wore white, terry cloth robes, and smiles that clearly expressed their sensual satisfaction with the way the evening had thus far progressed. ...

The Crate

continued from part 2 Part Three Chapter 6: Tight & Tidy. Maryann got home that night really concerned. Not only about Robin but she felt a real jealousy about Ed in Robin’s relationship. She thought she knew exactly what Robin was feeling. Just about then the phone rang. “Hello?” “Maryann it’s me.” “Yes Sir.” “I feel like having a nice dinner and I want my sub on my arm.” “Yes Sir!” ...

The Crate Part 7: And then there were two...

The Crate Part 7: And then there were two… by Edward Quadrio M/ff; D/s; cuffs; collar; cons; X continued from part 6 Part 7: And then there were two… Tuesday morning Maryann woke from a sweet sleep. She stretched on her bed feeling her leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and her heels. But this morning she also felt the beautiful steel choker she had gotten from Ed yesterday. Feeling safe secure, and a little horny, she got up and got dressed for work. For her, her attire was not unusual. Nice blouses and skirts were every day affair. Pantyhose for inch heels with straps. But today she was wearing the collar. Sitting in front of her mirror she still could not get over how good it looked on her. How wonderful she felt. Thinking she really didn’t care what the people in the office thought. She was truly his. ...

The New Sub-Contractor

Part 1 My beautiful wife and I are renovating our house by the lake. To save money at first, my wife did the work herself but, it cost a lot to finish the jobs. Then she hired the trades and that cost even more because with extra workers, she could do what seemed like endless additional jobs. I came home the other night to a new twist to an old renovation idea. My wife wanted to hire a general contractor who could hire even more expensive trades and do even more and more jobs. “All she really wanted” was to remove the roof from the house and replace it with the one my wife said that she “always really wanted” and it will take only 8 working days and a lot of money. Needless to say I said “No way!” I would be working like a slave to this construction job and I couldn’t see any reason to give in…. ...

My Odyssey Part 22: The Round House As narrated

(story continues from My Odyssey Part 21: Anne-Marie’s Fantasy As narrated)_ _Continues from part 21 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!) ...

The Crate Part : For the love of honey

The Crate Part 5: For the love of honey by Edward Quadrio M/ff; D/s; bond; mast; toys; cons; X continued from part four Part 5: For the love of honey. Ed looked to Maryann and said, “Go to your room and put on your wrist and ankle leather cuffs. Also get a nice soft secure choker”. She smiled at him and said, “Yes sir”. When she came back he had a couple of lengths of chain in his hands. “Come and stand in front of me”. Quickly he connected about a 2 foot chain between her and cuffs and locked it in place. Next a 2 foot length of chain between her wrists cuffs in front of her. One more small link from the wrist chain to the ankle chain. ...

The Crate

continued from part one_ Part Two Chapter 3: The Package It had been two days since Ed left. And Maryann found herself in totally perplexed. All she knew is that when he got back he would find her wanting and willing to be his any way he want it. She spent most of the time wandering between her house and his. Her attire had become a combination of stylish skirts and blouses along with at least 4 inch heels. ...

The Black Blonde

There it was. A very nice little castle, typical for the Swedish architecture of the late 18th century. A narrow turn through a magnificent gate of wrought iron, brought me onto the driveway. My Aston ran smoothly as ever on the carefully maintained gravel road. Oaks, probably older than the castle itself stood in silent attention on both sides as I covered the last hundred meters. The oaks gave way, the castle presented itself beyond a circular gravel plane, in the centre of which a fountain played merrily in the golden light of the late evening midsummer sun. ...

The Choice

Gwen and Donna had been room mates for about two years after they met at a local college party. The two almost immediately discovered that they had a lot in common including everything from an interest in old science fiction TV shows and movies to healthy sexual desires. Judging by the parade of men that came and went from their apartment, they also both had trouble settling into a long term relationship. As it happened, both had no plans for a weekday night after their respective workdays had ended so they decided to make a girl’s night in. Gwen went down to the local convenience store to pick up some pop, beer and popcorn while Donna sorted through her DVD collection for some scary movie titles to watch that evening. " Hmmm…. let’s see… Outer Limits… nahhh…. Night Gallery… nope…. Star Trek…. some other night….. hmmmm… Twilight Zone…. ahh… the classic black and white episodes….. these are cool to kick back and watch! " Donna exclaimed softly as she pulled out a black and white DVD case Ten or so minutes later, Gwen returned carrying two plastic bags full of junk food plus a couple of tabloid newspapers for the two to look at and laugh while watching TV. After they got their drinks and changed into comfortable clothes, the two settled in as the familiar theme music started to play. Several hours later, the room looked much like a college dorm room with empty beer cans and kernels of popcorn strewn over the floor and furniture. Gwen and Donna had alternated between laughing at the images appearing on the screen and drawing themselves up tightly into balls as the tension mounted in a particular episode. They discussed the ending for each tale with Donna suggesting what a real life person might do in a particular situation. Just as the watches and clocks chimed the fact that it was now midnight exactly, there was a knock at the apartment’s door. Puzzled by the lateness of the visitor, Donna clicked off the TV and jumped up to see who was at the door. When the blonde opened the door, she found a mid 40’s man dressed in a long rain jacket with a bowler hat on his head and carrying a mid size package in his hands. " I apologize for visiting at this late hour, Miss Donovsan, but part of the terms of my employment is that I can’t visit potential clients prior to the stroke of midnight. If you’ll allow me inside your charming home, I’m prepared to make you an offer that will be unlike anything you’ve heard before in your lives, " the man said sincerely and with an honest ring in his voice. Ordinarily, upon hearing such an outrageous statement by a complete stranger, Donna would have laughed derisively and declined the stranger’s request. However, between the beer and the TV watching of mysterious fantasy episodes, Donna was feeling pretty good and her curiosity was piqued by the request so she ushered in the man. Taking off his rain jacket and bowler hat, the mysterious man handed his garments to Donna and moved over next to the kitchen table. After motioning Gwen and Donna to take seats around the table, he set his package atop the table and slowly began to unwrap it. A few seconds later, the two women saw what looked like a metal rectangular case with no artwork or anything visible on the sides. On the top of the case, there appeared to be what looked like a large red button with a clear plastic bubble visible below it. Other than that, there were no other markings or indications what the purpoe of the item was for. Once everyone was comfortable, Donna introduced Gwen to her visitor, who smiled and said he knew who she was. The man went on to introduce himself as Mr. Leblanc, an employee of a company geared to supply various types of items to clients worldwide. To procure the items, the company sent agents to various homes that were randomly chosen with a unique offer that was totally legitimate, no matter how outrageous it seemed. " The offer is this: the device you see before is specifically designed for a unique power. It is activated when the button atop is depressed and can’t be stopped until it is finished. My company is prepared to pay the two of you $10,000 once you depress the button. However, this offer is only good for seven days so if you don’t push the button before then, I will return for the item at that time and move onto the next client, " the company agent said somberly. " Umm…what exactly does this thing do anyway? " Gwen inquired as she nervously eyed the device in question. " This item, to put it simply, is designed to transform two individuals into inanimate objects according to the company’s inventory needs. Before you ask, this will not involve any of your friends and family in terms of who it is directed at. To you, the two ’ future items’ will be complete strangers. Once you depress the button, I will show up at your door with a suitcase containing the money in question. No one will ever know what happened unless either of you decide to tell someone and I rather doubt anyone would believe such a story, " Mr. Leblanc replied in a tone that never wavered. Gwen and Donna looked at each other with mutual looks of shock and disbelief visible on their faces. After an uncomfortable minute or two of silence, Donna coughed slightly before focusing her gaze on the mysterious Mr. Leblanc and the proposal. " Lemme get this straight. You’ll pay us $10,000 to push a button that turns two strangers into a coat rack or TV or something like that. Why wouldn’t you do that on your own to begin with and why such a large sum of money for such a simple task? " she asked firmly. Mr. Leblanc nodded in understanding. " Well, to answer the first part, the reason we ask individuals such as yourselves to push the button is that when it comes to the operation of devices such as these, the employees of the company are forbidden from using it themselves. As for the other part of your question, the sum of money we pay out is below what we sell the transformed individuals for to the buyers that are located around the world, " he said in a straight forward manner. Somewhat satisfied by the response, the women spent the next thirty seconds or so gazing at the device and at Mr. Leblanc in silence. Finally, Donna stood up and started to pace back and forth wringing her hands nervously. She paused as if to ask a question but remained silent. " With that, Gwen and Donna, I shall take my leave. The only communications I will have with you is to deliver the money or retrieve the unused device in seven days. I bid you good night, " Mr. Leblanc intoned before bowing slightly and leaving quickly and quietly. " Ummmm…….if I didn’t know better, I’d swear this was April 1 and someone was trying to play an April Fool’s joke on us. I mean, this sounds so ridiculous, " Gwen said as she ruffled her hair with her right hand. " It is weird, huh? Let’s call it a night for now and we’ll talk about this more in the morning. After all, we’ve got a week to decide what to do, " Donna exclaimed in a solemn tone that indicated she was taking the whole proposal far more seriously than her room mate. With that, the two headed off to their individual beds where they both fell quickly to sleep thought it was a restless one. Indeed, over the next six days, Gwen and Donna debated the proposal over and over again. Once Gwen got over her initial disposition, she wanted to know if it was morally right for them to get rid of two people in such a bizarre manner. Donna replied that there was no way for them to know if Mr. Leblanc’s claims about the device’s abilities were true short of them asking for proof. Donna went on say that if the whole process involved two strangers to them, why not push the button and take the money? " My god, are you that callous? Doesn’t it bother you in the slightest that we change two people’s lives, possibly forever, by doing this? Are you that money hungry? " Gwen said as she paced back and forth trying to weigh the decision the two were facing. " Look, you’re thinking that whoever gets targeted by this device, if it works anything like this Mr. Leblanc says it does, will be virtuous people on the verge of curing cancer or something like that. How do we know that the two people aren’t cold hearted criminals just one step from going to jail for life? Or that they aren’t fated to die tomorrow from some accident just as bizarre and freakish as the device delivers? The thing is, we don’t and never will so why not push the button, collect the money and make our lives a little better in the meantime? " Donna exclaimed sincerely as she nodded towards the metal device that was the focus of the debate. " I…. maybe…… I guess what you say makes sense…… " Gwen said slowly as she glanced around the modest furnishings of the two’s apartment. " Great! Time to get things done! " Donna exclaimed as she jumped up from where she was sitting and ran over to the table. " Hey! Wait a second, I didn’t say that I agreed…." Gwen shouted as she stood up with her eyes widening in what looked like horror. Flipping open the plastic hood, Gwen slapped down on the red plunger with her right palm and held it there for a second or two. After removing her hand, Gwen and Donna ( the latter had her mouth open in shock) stood in silence for thirty seconds or so waiting for a sign that the device had carried out its task. However, the room remained silent as they stood and waited with no sign whatsoever of anything out of the ordinary happening. " Well, I guess we’ll see if Mr. Leblanc makes good on his promise. Until then, I’m going to put this out of sight in case any of the neighbors come by and… ugghhh… geez…. " Gwen said as she put her hands around the metal box and tried to pull it off the table with no success. Even with Donna’s help, the two couldn’t move the box even an inch from the table. After several more minutes of trying, Gwen gave up and decided to throw a cloth over it until it was retrieved by its owner. Thirty or so minutes later, there was a knock on the apartment door. When Gwen opened it, she found the mysterious Mr. Leblanc waiting at the doorway and holding a large gray metal suitcase in his right hand. Tipping his hat to greet her, he walked into the apartment and immediately headed for the table where the device sat. After removing the cloth draped over the box that he had brought just under a week ago, Leblanc sat the briefcase next to it and, flipping open the locks on it, opened it for the two women to view the contents. Despite the man’s earlier promise, Donna and Gwen openly gasped at the sight of bundles of cash aligned in rows in the suitcase. " As I promised you just under seven days ago, here is your payment for the satisfactory conclusion of your end of this transaction. I will leave you now to decide whatever your plans are for this money, " Mr. Leblanc said simply as he turned to leave with his device. " Hold on for a second or two, Mr. Leblanc or whatever your real name is. It seems to me that the money you’re paying us for this transaction is a little on the low side. Considering the fact that you seemed to need us to activate the device for a result that benefited you directly, I think we should receive more cash for our part in the whole deal….. say DOUBLE what you paid us. After all, we ARE keeping quiet about this whole arrangement and I’d hate to see our continued silence be disturbed by worrying over our future financial affairs, " Donna said coldly while ignoring her room mate’s soft protestations. Mr. Leblanc stopped in his tracks and gazed back at the two women. " Well, that is a most interesting proposition. Ordinarily, I’d decline your proposal immediately but I detect something in your tone of voice that indicates I should bring your proposal to my superiors immediately. You shall have the decision from my superiors before tomorrow at midnight and as a sign of good faith, I shall leave the company’s property here for now, " Mr. Leblanc said in the same flat monotone that he used seemingly every time he spoke. Depositing the metal box in the middle of the living room door, the man turned and left the apartment without a back glance. " Are you nuts? You decide at the last minute to ask for more money and you don’t tell me anything before hand! Don’t you think this could be a little dangerous? " Gwen asked in a voice that, if anything, was even more hysterical than during their discussions. " Geez, are you going to go to pieces every time someone takes a stand around you? Look, Donna, think about this for a second. A company that’s willing to pay money for us to enact some fiendish scheme for them has to have deep pockets. You’ve always talked about traveling to Europe and hitching up with some rich guy who has a home on the Riviera. Don’t you think that dream could go a little farther with more money to spend? " Donna asked her room mate hoping to settle her down. After a minute or so of silence with her eyes looking downwards, Gwen slowly nodded in agreement though, as before, her face clearly showed she was still wrestling with the whole situation in her mind. Over the next 24 or so, her mood improved considerably to the point that she was talking about what kind of man she would be looking for in Europe in the near future. The blonde haired woman even showed her room mate several outfits that she might entice the glance from a wealthy tycoon or two. Just after supper, and with several hours to go before Leblanc’s deadline for his reply, Donna was just stepping out of her shower and had wrapped a towel around her body when she heard her room mate calling for her from her bedroom. When Donna went and stood in Gwen’s doorway, she saw her dark haired friend was stretched out on her back on top of her bed. Gwen had taken off most of her clothing and was clad only in her bra and panties. " Ummm, Gwen, why don’t you put your clothes back on in case that Leblanc fellow swings by with our money? " Donna asked her friend leaving out the part that the mysterious man might have something or someone with him besides money. " Ohhh, pshaww….he won’t be coming by for hours and hours. Why don’t you lie down with me here and we’ll think up things we can do with that money? " Gwen called out as she stretched and tucked her hands behind her head in a very relaxed manner. ...

Bob and Carol and Alice 6

story continues from: Parts 3, 4, & 5 (Racer and Rick are a relatively normal(?) heterosexual 30 something couple living in New York City who enjoy bondage, domination, and sex. Rick is an accountant. Racer is a rather good female long distance runner, and she placed well enough in last year’s New York City marathon that if you saw her real name you might recognize it). * * * * * * ...

Health Spa Hijinks

Author’s Note: This story is inspired by the American sitcom, “Hope and Faith”. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Charlie?” asked Hope as her kids loaded up into the minivan. “Absolutely,” insisted her husband Charlie. “Between your support of the PTA sponsored carnival, the school play, and helping me out in the office, you were due for a day just for yourself to unwind, relax, and recharge. We’ll be back a little after dinner time, and the kids’ll be tired for riding all those roller coasters, leaving us to ourselves. A little champagne… and a little candlelight…” ...

A New Haunt

from the Halloween special 2008 Brandy shouldn’t have gone there alone. Now she was struggling in a tight hogtie trying to find any kind of slack in the rope but not finding any. She hoped her boyfriend would start wondering where she was and track her down. But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight’s beer and pizza binge. Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception. This year she dressed up as a devil. The costume was a very tight-fitting number in bright red with a plunging neckline, fishnet stockings, opera gloves, pointy tail and a pair of little horns to pop out of her short blonde hair. Looking at the mirror, she thought she should have been the one modeling the costume on front of the package. ...

Choker

I heard my husband Ron come home from his trip to the strip bar. I had sent him there alone as a birthday present. I knew it was him because he was whistling a happy song as he came in and walked up behind me while I prepared some potatoes over the sink. I felt him press his chest into my back and I could feel his raging hardon pressing into my lower back. As my husband reached around my neck I could feel something silky soft being placed on me as a “snap” sound resounded from the clasp of whatever he had just placed on me. “Honey your dream has come true. Remember that guy I told you about that does magic tricks on stage with the strippers? Well I got to talking to him and I told him about your secret desire to be a sex slave, and the difficulty you have role-playing as one. I told him how you want to be out of control and to be made to do anything you are instructed to do without thinking twice. Well for $20 he gave me this silk necklace that I just put on you, and it’s magical!” ...

Good Sex Comes With A Price

Paula sipped on her morning coffee as she surfed the internet and looked over articles that interested her that morning. The brunette was in her final year of college and it had been a journey that was long, to say the least. From the very first day she had set foot on campus, Paula knew that she didn’t have the smarts to get the degree she was looking for. However, she did have two things going for her: an eight figure trust fund as a result of her parents tragic disappearance during a vacation in northern Canada (their bodies were never found) and a sexual appetite that was, according to men she had dallied with, phenomenal. Consequently, she used her money to bribe professors into giving her good grades or seducing others into a tryst that she would later use to blackmail them to achieve her goals. On the rare occasions when she had a female professor for a course, Paula would seduce the woman’s husband or even the woman herself (Paula wasn’t bisexual but she figured the goal was all that mattered) and found herself with an excellent mark in the end. ...

Kelly’s Quest

continued from part two Part 3 My name is Kelly. This is the story of my quest for what I call my golden cocoon. I have already told you how I realized I was different because after a spanking as a child it would sometimes be like I was enveloped in a warm cocoon. As an adult I am seeking how to recapture that wonderful, warm feeling. I finally found my cocoon with the help of my Uncle and his wonderful self-controlled, bondage pain and pleasure machine. ...

Plastique Surgery III: To Have and To Hold

To Have and To Hold “I, Roger Vaincroft, take thee, Veronica LaSalle, to be my Lawfully Wedded Wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part.” “I, Veronica LaSalle, take thee, Roger Vaincroft, to be my Lawfully Wedded Husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part.” ...

Halloween Magic

from the 2007 Halloween special “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to tonight’s very special magic show. I’m sure you all know this is the late, more adult show so any individuals who are sexually repressed should leave now. Is everyone ready? Great.” “My name is Martin, I choose not to use a fancy magician name because who wants to be known as The Great Martini? Anyways, let me introduce my first assistant. Come on out Pinky.” ...

Master

The envelope had been delivered under the door. An ugly manila envelope contained a letter, a plane ticket and a set of instructions. Inside the manila envelope was a smaller envelope with red writing in a strong masculine scrawl, DO NOT OPEN UNTIL FURTHER INSTRUCTED. Nira had studied the envelope and letter for hours in her little apartment in San Francisco. Nira, I know your innermost thoughts. Don’t deny them. I have watched you and admired you. I wish to help you release your true desires. Allow me to be your teacher, and your master. Please, my dear, follow the instructions I have sent you. Eric ...

Martian Dolls

The year is 2001 and the new century brought about enough advanced technology to move from an orbiting space stations to plans of putting a colony on Mars. Though the plans are only in the draft state, the news have reached the population of Mars. The Martians plan to strike back with a very special virus. One of the Mars colony scientists that lived next door to me recently took ill. Her name is Miss Grumman. She remained in her house for nearly 48 hours when one night I saw a weird glow came from the house windows. The next day I saw her kissing a man as he got ready to go to work. He was just over four feet tall and had green hair. What was even stranger was that I couldn’t remember Miss Grumman ever being called Mrs Grumman. ...

Dollies to Dream By

Iris was more than a little upset as she paced back and forth in the apartment. She had divorced her husband Tim over six months ago and asked her lawyers to try and get her stuff back. However, Tim was deliberately dragging things out and Iris figured she’d be old and grey before she finally got her things back. She was just about to call her lawyer again and do some serious venting when there was a knock on her apartment door. When she answered it, she found Lionel, the building superintendent waiting for her. Dressed in his usual greasy overalls and tattered flannel shirt with an odor that smelled of a sewer line, his usual look of sleaziness made Iris want to cringe and run away " Ms. Allen, I just want to let you know that your ex was at the building while you were at work today. He had a bunch of stuff that belonged to you that he wanted to leave in your apartment but I remembered what you said about not letting your ex in your place. I had him store your items in a couple of empty storage lockers and if you want, I can help bring your stuff up now if you want, " Lionel said with his usual disgusting leer of lust visible " Ummm, thanks, but I think me and my friend can handle bringing up the stuff if you can show me which lockers they’re in. Let me know if Tim shows up again anytime soon, ok ? I gotta go take care of something I’ve started on the stove so I’ll talk to you later tonight, " Iris said quickly while closing the door rapidly before her visitor had a chance to say another word. Once she was reasonably certain the superintendent had left, Iris grabbed her jacket and headed to meet her friend Gwen down at the local internet cafe for their usual chat over a cup of Irish cream coffee. Heading down the apartment stairway, she noticed there were a fairly large amount of furniture movers coming to and from the apartments. Gwen thought it was rather strange as usually this kind of activity only happened at the end of the month when leases expired. Squeezing past the burly men, the blonde made her way down the stairs and out of the building. Walking briskly down the sidewalk, the attractive blonde stopped when she got to her destination - a cafe where she met Gwen often for coffee and to gossip. When she walked inside, Iris’ smile brightened when she spotted Gwen seated at their usual table waving her over. After exchanging hellos and Iris ordered her usual cup of coffee, the two settled in for their usual chat of anything interesting going on in each other’s lives. Gwen mentioned that she’d be staying temporarily at one of local hotels for the next week or so while they fumigated the apartment building she lived in by herself. Iris’ eyes brightened as an idea came to mind how to help her friend out. " Just a second, Gwen, I’ve got an idea about where you can live during the whole time your place is being sprayed. I just need your help moving some stuff I got back from my ex today up from my building’s basement, " Iris said with a dazzling smile. After a few minutes of working out the details and Iris’ refusing to take Gwen’s offer of money towards the rent while Gwen stayed with her, the two agreed to the arrangement and looked forward to it much like two teenagers on a camping trip. ...

Number 11 - Part 5 Twins

(story continues from Number 11 - Part 4 Dollification) Part 5 – Twins. The past couple of days had seen me fulfil my wildest dreams and fantasies, here I was now just a doll in my Masters collection, used and played with, cared for and cleaned, stored and dressed without thought for my preferences and desires. After the previous 24 hours where I could not move due to the medication my Master had injected me with, I now had the use of my limbs and was being exercised by Maria in the basement. I had spent the best part of the night in her bed, being used by her for her sexual gratification and mine too. ...

FBI - Fervent Bondage Investigator

“James Holcomb?” “Er, yes.” Great opening, I know. A great effort, though, considering the visual distraction. Standing in my doorway was a prime example of why Asian women are considered among the most beautiful in the world. Slightly shorter than my own five foot ten, slim, with a body only hinted at by her rather severe business jacket and skirt. The only sour note was the federal badge she held in her hand. ...

Passing the Baton 2

(story continues from Passing the Baton) Part Two William Clayton entered the room carrying a smallish wooden box, which he placed on a table, then opened. Inside, cushioned by velvet, was a set of rings. William selected a ring with a golden stone. Placing the ring on his finger, he closed the box and turned. In the center of the room, strapped firmly to a wheelchair, was an auburn haired doll. Just less than a year earlier, the doll had been Jessica Monroe. Jessica had used new technology to turn women into inflated love dolls. Her career had ended only when William, using even newer technology, had transformed her into a solid love doll. Now he prepared to make her human again. ...

After Work Dolly

It was a fairly quiet day at MNBC Construction Limited’s main office and Eileen, for one, was glad that it was like that. She had found her work as the head secretary for Dirk MacLain, owner of the firm, to be exhausting in many ways. If her normal duties of filing, answering the phones and taking messages from the offices wasn’t strenuous enough, Eileen was also enmeshed in a rather torrent affair with Dirk. Although Dirk was a married man, it didn’t deter Eileen from pursuing him one numerous levels. From letting her hand linger on top of Dirk’s when he was discussing a day’s activities to purposefully leaving her blouse unbuttoned so her boss could see her ample sized boobs, the brunette was unrelenting in her advances. After some brief reluctance on his part, Dirk invited Eileen to dinner after work one night and from there their relationship blossomed quickly. It was a clandestine affair, at present, but Eileen had high hopes that eventually it would lead to a more permanent relationship. " Hello? Hello, miss? Look, I haven’t got all day to stand here and wait for you to become aware of the world around you!! " a woman snapped as she stood in front of Eileen and waved her hand in front of the secretary’s face. " Huh? Oh, sorry about that, ma’am. I was just thinking of… " the secretary started to stammer in response before the visitor interrupted her by slapping her purse down on Eileen’s desk. " Look, honey, I don’t want to hear your life story. My name is Doreen McMurtry and I flew across the country to be here for a meeting with your boss so if you don’t mind getting your head out of the clouds, could you please inform him that Miss McMurtry is here for the 3:00 appointment? " the visitor snapped impatiently while glancing at the expensive looking watch on her left wrist. " Of course, of course, sorry about that, Miss McMurtry, " Eileen said apologetically as she picked up her telephone receiver and notified her boss of his waiting appointment. Moments later, Eileen ushered a frigid Doreen into her employer’s office and resumed her work while trying to put the unpleasant woman’s attitude out of her mind. Thirty or so minutes later, Doreen and Dirk left the office with both of them laughing and in a jovial mood. After bidding his visitor good-bye, Dirk returned to his office to take an overseas call he had been anticipating. With that, Eileen was left alone with Doreen, whose serene expression disappeared with the door’s closure. " Well, honey, I’ll be back in a week to meet with your boss once again. If you haven’t fired during my absence for incompetence, I’ll see you then! Ta ta!! " Doreen said icily before slipping a pair of expensive sunglasses over her eyes and strutting out of the office. " Stuck-up pretentious bitch! I swear, if I wasn’t scared that I’d cause Dirk to lose business, I’d tell you where to stick those sunglasses and attitude!!! " Eileen thought to herself as she watched the guest leave. She was about to stand up and go into Dirk’s office to write down his itinerary for the rest of the week when the phone rang. To Eileen’s annoyance, it was the other thorn in her personal life: Dirk’s wife Janice. She wanted to talk to Dirk right away concerning something about items he had brought back from his trip to Europe. Eileen avoided any small talk arising by quickly connecting her with Dirk and hung up. Fifteen or minutes later, Eileen was just finishing some routine work on her computer when Dirk poked his head and asked her to come in. Figuring he wanted to dictate his schedule for the next few days, Eileen grabbed a stylus and electronic pad and swiftly went into the office. " Sorry, Eileen, but you can put the pad and pen away as this has nothing to do with work. The woman who was just here will be sending me a very important package in the next week or so and I want you to keep a keen eye out for it. It’s something quite unusual, to say the least, " Dirk said as he embraced his secretary passionately after the door was closed. Eileen raised her left eyebrow slightly in a quizzical manner. " Is this something business related or something on a far more…..mmmmm….personal level? " she asked while licking her moist lips with her tongue in an enticing way. Dirk chuckled and kissed her on the lips passionately. " I think an old friend of mine once said that all business deals get personal at some point. Tell ya what, when the package gets here, I’ll show you what’s inside and the reason I’m so keen on it, " the businessman said wryly. Her curiosity peaked, Eileen tried to elicit more details about the mystery item in question but got nowhere fast. Dirk reassured her and after a few minutes of small talk, the two separated and went back to their respective jobs. The rest of the day as well as the next day proved to be routine for Eileen but on Friday there as an incident that cast a dark cloud over everything. During the afternoon, Dirk’s wife Janice came storming in with a look of disgust and anger visible on her face. The upset woman brushed past Eileen without uttering a word and stormed into Dirk’s office with a great urgency. For the next fifteen minutes or so, there was a great deal of screaming and shouting coming from the office though Eileen couldn’t make out what they were talking about. A short while later, Janice stormed out of the office and left without another work spoken. " Geez, it’s like every woman coming through here is suffering from PMS………sheesh! " Eileen thought to herself as she waited for Dirk to summon her into the office to tell her everything. Strangely, though, there was no such call which Eileen reasoned that it meant the fight was over something that didn’t really concern her. Two days later……………. The rugged looking delivery man seemed to be completely oblivious to Eileen’s subtle flirting with him as he handed the secretary a form to sign. After jotting down her signature, Eileen handed the clipboard back to the man and watched him go with a long, lustful look. Snapping out of her reverie, she turned her attention to the package just delivered and saw, with great interest, that it originated all the way from Taiwan and the sender was Miss McMurtry. " Ah, great, the package I’ve expecting is here. Bring it in the office, Eileen, and I’ll tell you all about the item inside! " Dirk exclaimed upon opening his office door and seeing the package on the secretary’s desk. A minute or so later, he was unwrapping the package and handing the remnants to Eileen, who noted that even the paper seemed to be older than what she usually saw. " Six months or so ago, I was in a local library looking for a few books on archeology, a subject I minored in when at college, when I came across a book the library had recently acquired as part of a donation from an estate. I was leafing through the pages when I came across a picture of this, " Dirk said as he reached into the box and pulled out the item in question. Eileen was intrigued to see what looked like a bronze statue of a sumo wrestler bent at the waist with what looked a symbol of Ying and Yang mounted on the figure’s back. There seemed to be sort of Chinese letters inscribed on the base though they didn’t resemble any from the modern versions Eileen had seen in business letters. " This figure was located in an excavation headed up by an old college friend of mine in northern Tibet. He was focused on finding a few items that interested him and his museum employers but was willing to sell me any items that weren’t on his list very quietly and discreetly. This item, according to the local legends, acted in a manner similar to the legendary monkey’s paw that has been written about in legends and stories. The statue grants the owner three wishes that can bestow great power and wealth beyond imagination. However, the legend also goes that the wishes granted are balanced by other changes to the owner’s current life that may be adverse in nature. This would explain the Ying/Yang symbols on the statue, " Dirk intoned as he tapped the desk next to the figure. " How does the item know who the owner is? Do you have to hold it up in the middle of a full moon or something like that? " Eileen asked in a semi serious manner. Dirk smiled and quietly shook his head. " As far as I can tell, nope. The statue seems to sense the individual who desires to use it and how many wishes it may have granted in the past, " the businessman said. " Cool! Is there a chance you might be willing to give me a wish first? I’ve got a few ideas that I’d like to put into motion, " Eileen said as she cast a gaze downwards at her body to indicate what she had in mind. Chuckling, Dirk once again shook his head. " Not right away, sweetie. I want to do more research on the negative effects of a wish before I take a shot at using this idol, " he said as he reached behind himself for what looked like a cloth bag. After pulling the bag over the idol, Dirk embraced his secretary and asked her to return to her desk as he was expecting another visitor within 30 minutes or so. Roughly 30 or so minutes later……………. “………..I don’t know what you’re talking about. I really think you ought to calm down a little, " Dirk said to the visitor in his office before the sound of a hand smacking down on the desk interrupted his speech. " Look, I don’t want to hear your pathetic attempts to mollify me in any way or your weak attempt to bribe me. The P.I. I hired gave me all the incriminating photos I need of the affair you’re having with your dim bulbed secretary. Either you agree to sell me your company at a price greatly below market value or I leak these photos to every tabloid and business magazine I can think of in the world. It may not affect affect your business dealings but between your wife seeking a nasty divorce rather quickly and your loyal customers quickly abandoning a company that proclaims itself ’ a family friendly work atmosphere, you’ll be ruined in no time flat! " Doreen snarled as she tapped an envelope in her left hand for emphasis. " Doreen, I don’t know what you think you have on me but I can assure you that I don’t respond well to blackmail. If you leave now and promise not to make these kind of unfounded accusations public, I’ll forget that this particular meeting ever happened, " Dirk replied coolly as he hoped to try and bluff his way out of the sticky situation. However, if Dirk thought he was mollifying Doreen in any way, he was sadly mistaken as the woman angrily brushed the majority of the desk top’s contents onto the floor and walked to the left side where she rested her right hand on the desk on what escaped her wrath. " Do I look like the kind of woman who you can toy with? A woman you can play mind fucking games with? Listen, I wish you’d think I’m some kind of fucking toy that you c- " Doreen started to say before falling silent in mid sentence as her body grew rigid with her right hand, resting atop the edge of Dirk’s mysterious idol, slightly glowing. As Dirk watched in stunned amazement, Doreen’s clothes vanished altogether in a blink of an eye and the woman slumped to the floor as if she no longer had any strength in her limbs. Her skin started to take on a glossy appearance with blemishes and freckles quickly disappearing. Doreen’s legs slowly spread apart to form an obscene V shape with what looked like seams forming on each of the limbs. Her pussy twitched and contorted before settling into an ovular shape, with an interior sac made of rubber and latex, similar to her mouth. While this was happening, her anus was shifting upwards by several inches before forming into an opening that was exactly like the other two. From Doreen’s perspective, the changes that were happening to her body were shocking and were affecting her mentally as well as physically. " A LOVE DOLL!!….I’M BECOMING A FUCKING BLOW-UP DOLL….THIS CAN’T BE!!…I’M A GOOD DOLL…FUCK ME PLEASE!!!!……. " she thought as her outrage changed rapidly to simple thoughts of being caressed and used by her owner. As Doreen pondered her new existence, the transformation swept upwards through her increasingly light body with her breasts growing slightly larger before forming two mounds of latex capped by bright pink areolas and nipples that jutted outwards invitingly. Seams could be seen around her breasts as well as on her arms, legs and waist and what seemed to Doreen to be an inflation plug growing out of her back. Her mouth slowly pulled into an O shape like her other two openings with her teeth and tongue disappearing. Even as Doreen’s eyes changed into painted features and her hair became nothing more than synthetic fibers, the office she and Dirk was in seemed to shimmer and change as well. The furniture and decorations changed and became slightly less expensive in appearance and look. The most extreme change was perhaps the smallest of all as the plaque on Dirk’s desk changed from PRESIDENT to VICE-PRESIDENT in gold letters. " Whoah!!! That idol can do quite the job with a wish. Well, before I head up to the president’s office and talk with that bitch Janice in an hour or so, I might as well see just how good this dolly is, " Dirk said smugly as he picked up the doll and carried it over behind his desk. With that, the room went silent save for the quiet sound of a man’s zipper lowering followed by the sound of latex slapping against bare skin. ...

Big Surprise

Melanie drove her SUV along the crowded highway humming to the tunes that were blaring from the CD player. The road was heavily congested with supper time traffic which meant very slow going for everyone trying to get home from work. Normally, this would cause Melanie a great deal of stress but strangely she had a look of serenity on her face Earlier in the day, she had received a call from her husband Bill, who worked in the R & D department of a large pharmaceutical firm, which had recently bought out the soft drink company he formerly worked for. He told her there was a new product he was working on that had just reached the trial stage and the company had permitted him to conduct some of them at home. He went on to say that it was a drug designed to heighten the stimulation of the pleasure center during intimate relations as well as provide temporary physical changes that would add to the greater stimulation. " Hmmm..sounds like some sort of mind altering drug with hallucinogenic side effects. It doesn’t sound like the kind of thing that Bill usually works on. Still, if it makes our usual lovemaking more interesting, I’m willing to try anything once… " Melanie thought to herself as she pulled into her driveway where she saw her husband’s car was already parked. Getting out of her vehicle, she called out her husband’s name as she walked inside her house and was slightly annoyed to find that he wasn’t at home. Tossing her stuff into a nearby closet, Melanie walked into the living room to watch a little TV, check her email and see if Bill left her a note of any kind. To her mild surprise, the auburn haired woman saw what looked like a black leather box on the coffee table with several sheets of paper underneath along with what looked like a note from Bill next to it. Glancing over Bill’s note, Melanie frowned as she read that Bill had to go out of town on an unexpected business trip and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. However, he did suggest that she check out the samples he brought home BUT she should read the instructions before using the samples. " Geez, Bill, it’s not like I planned on sucking this stuff down without glancing over the do and don’ts, " Melanie muttered as she put down the note and turned her attention to the samples in question. Opening the box containing them, she saw that it contained two fairly large test tubes containing clear fluid with one tube marked D and the other marked A. After looking over the tubes for a few seconds, Melanie put them back where they belonged and went to pick up the accompanying instructions. However, it was at that point that Melanie felt a familiar craving come over her and she realized she hadn’t had a cup of coffee since early morning. Deciding that reading the instructions could wait, she headed into the kitchen to make a pot of her favorite gourmet coffee. Twenty or so minutes later, after taking off most of her clothes and slipping on a bathrobe, Melanie had poured herself a cup of piping hot coffee and took a seat once again in her living room. " Experimental drug # 1000UD-FH-X…….subject will, if dosage is correct to their physical make-up, find herself changed into an inanimate figure that is composed of several synthetic materials with latex being the chief component. In addition, the subject’s senses will increase in intensity by 67-85 % depending on body mass ( see Chart # 1A). Applications for the formula, public and government, are detailed in Chapters 3-7……blah blah…… " Melanie read out loud as she paged through the book. After glancing over the pages, she put aside the book and turned her attention once again to the vial containing the formula. " If all this technical junk is correct, I drink this liquid in the D vial and I’m turned into a latex and rubber doll that looks just like me. Hmmmm, I should give this a try to see what I’ll look like when Bill gets home though I should put something on that looks a little more enticing than a bathrobe, " Melanie said out loud before glancing down at she had on. Setting the vial aside, she headed back to the bedroom to change. Emerging a short while later wearing nylons, high heels, a see through white T shirt and several large pieces of gold jewelry on her right forearm, Melanie picked up the vial and, with only a brief moment of hesitation, downed the entire contents in one swallow. As the seconds ticked by, Melanie waited with anticipation the first sign, either externally or internally but she felt nothing at all. Frowning, she tapped her right foot on the floor impatiently for something to happen but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. " Geez, this stuff seems to be a dud. I wonder if Bill forgot to get this stuff……oohhhhh…..wait a second…..I feel something, " Melanie muttered before suddenly stopping as she felt something odd coming from her stomach. At first, it seemed like a sensation of warmth that was spreading outwards from her lower torso. Within a minute or two, this feeling spread rapidly to all parts of her body and, at the same time, she discovered that she had lost the ability to move completely. Luckily for Melanie, there was a mirror mounted on the wall opposite her so she was able to see, as well as feel, what was happening to her. " Mmmmmmmm, this stuff makes feel as if I’d taken an extra large dose of an aphrodisiac. I hope that……uhhhh….hope that Bill……urrrrrhhh……….Bill gets…..what is happening? " Melanie gasped in fits and starts before she saw her reflection in the mirror and was amazed by what she saw. There appeared to be what looked like seams starting to appear on her arms and legs with her skin taking on a glossy appearance in small patches over body. Her breathing seemed to be growing shallower by the minute even as the pleasure she was experiencing was increasing by a substantial amount. She could feel herself getting lighter as if her insides were somehow turning into helium or air. " Oooohhhh……this feels soooooo goood……my…..my body…skin…..need to…..need to…..uhhhhhh……. " Melanie moaned as she saw, and felt, her pussy start to twitch and change in shape and appearance. Even as her body took on a glossy appearance over her entire body with birth marks and freckles disappearing right before her eyes, Melanie’s eyes fluttered as she reveled in the increasing amounts of pleasure she was experiencing. Through a haze of erotic pleasure, Melanie saw her finely trimmed mound of pubic hair shrink quickly before disappearing altogether. Her pussy clenched shut before blossoming into a perfectly symmetrical circle with the interior changing to a bright pink sac made of latex and rubber. While this was happening, Melanie felt her anus start to shift upwards by several inches before forming into the same O shape as her pussy had. Glancing downwards with her eyes ( the only part of her body she still could move), Melanie saw that the seams were becoming prevalent by the seconds with some becoming visible around her waist as well as her boobs. As the change moved rapidly upwards, the lightness Melanie felt before seemed to increase exponentially and her body started to wobble ever so slightly. Her moans and gasps faded away as did her breathing though, figuring this was part of the process, Melanie remained relatively calm mentally. ...

Memory Lane

Memory Lane by Lee and James New Updated Version with Part 2 Some of this story is as told to James by Lee many years ago. Some is what happened during that time and more is the history since they left high school. Lee’s words are in Italics Behind my house was a fair sized wood which covered about 3 acres wide and about 20 acres long. In the center was a deeper area that ran from the two roads at either end. Lee lived at the East end of this woods and I lived about ¾ of the way west of her. I used the woods to dig a private cave into one bank. From inside my cave I day dreamed and fantasied about captive females serving my every wish while bound. ...

The Rainbow’s End, Part 2

(story continues from The Rainbow’s End Part 1) The Rainbow’s End, Part 2 by Kurt Part Two It did me no good at all to go to work that day; all I seemed to be able to think about was last night. I had spent a wonderful night making love to a beautiful bound woman, and suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything but going back and doing it all over again. ...

Revolt Of The Slave

Revolt Of The Slave by Gao Chukman Revolt Of The Slave by Gao Chukman As I sit here at the desk in my study on a beautiful Saturday morning, my wife Sally is in the guest bedroom with her old school friend Leah. They are lying on the bed and both of them have their arms handcuffed behind their backs. They are wearing silk kimonos which are open at the front and there is a strong rubber strap round their waists binding them tightly front to front. There are also pairs of nipple clamps linking them quite closely at the breast. Their ankles are chained together and to the bottom of the bed but they are not talking to one another because each is wearing a large, red, rubber ball gag. They are probably wriggling a bit because they are also wearing, if that is the right word, a well-lubricated, electrically operated, double dildo set to provide maximum clitoral stimulation at random intervals. They are not blindfolded and, when I last saw them a few minutes ago, their eyes appeared to be spitting fire at me. This is not a phenomenon I have seen before and it has made me wonder whether I shall survive the aftermath of this little joke I have played on them. I have noticed before that women do not always react in the same way as men do to practical jokes. This is illustrated in the definition of a pregnant woman as someone who takes seriously what is poked at her in fun. Anyway, I thought it might be wise to record why I have placed Sally and Leah in this position in case their retaliation gets out of hand. God knows, I have had enough provocation. ...

Damsels Under Wraps

It’s 5:30pm, Rita Miller has finally finished her work so she calls home to her roommate Barbara to see how she is doing. After three rings she hears their answering machine. “Hi there, We’re tied up at the moment, so leave your message after the beep, thanks.” Rita smiles to herself upon hearing the answering machine. “Hey Barb, its me. I’m on my way now. I’ll be there in an hour. Don’t go anywhere.” She chuckles. ...

If Fantasies Could Talk 5: Cumming Out of the Closet

continued from part four Part 5: Cumming Out of the Closet I awoke early in the morning, and lumbered into the bathroom, Kelly was still wrapped up from head to toe, gagged and sleeping. The house was cold, and the floor was freezing the bottom of my feet. The tiled bathroom floor was even worse still. I found some mouth wash and gargled, trying to get the morning breath out of my mouth, but the one thing on my mind more than anything else was coffee. I just had to get some brewing. Back in the bedroom, I found some bedroom slippers that I could wear, and ran downstairs. I put on a new pot to brew, and ran back up to the bedroom. Kelly was still asleep. ...

Julies Surprise 5

(story continues from Julie’s Surprise Part 4) Julie’s Surprise Part 5 by Kermit Julies Surprise 5 by Kermit Fantasy - Part 5 © Kermit 2003 “I’ve got a idea” Julie said, “why don’t we get her to cook and clean and be a general skivvy, meanwhile stimulating her pussy and clit, to provide a little entertainment for you and me” To this I said, “hmmm… good idea.” Go through the case and look for a collar and cuffs.” ...

The Erotic Magic Club Part 1

Part 1: Josephine and the Wishbone Whenever I visit my brother Richard in the West Country he takes me to a theatre/dining club. Yes, I know they’re a long way from London, but they do have night clubs down there. Let me tell you about one Friday when we visited the Erotic Magic Club in Exeter. The first half of the evening’s entertainment was fairly standard stuff. It started with a sort of dance/strip show with all eight girls, then each one had a solo set, so that one did a few extreme backbends and then folded herself into a tiny perspex box, one did a sword swallowing and fire-breathing act and so on – all either nude or in the tiniest, tightest clothing. The first half finished with another ensemble dance piece and then, during the interval, the girls wandered round the audience chatting to the exclusively male clientelle. By this time all the girls were wearing very tight, very short leather shorts and matching high heels and nothing else, the kind of shorts I refer to as Daisy Dukes but which my brother insists on calling Hot Pants. One was in black, one in pink, one in blue and so on, eight identical topless outfits in eight different colours. ...

New Arrival

New Arrival by ? Tina awoke one morning as she always did. She had trained herself to get up at 5:00, and she had trained herself well, because Jeff didn’t like alarm clocks and if Tina didn’t wake up right on schedule she’d receive three lashes for every minute she was off. She slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake Jeff. Her wrists were bonded securely to her thighs, and her ankles were held together with a 6-inch chain, but she could still move around with mild mobility. She had practiced this often. She went to the corner, where the time-lock safe would open at exactly 5:01. It did, and she carefully reached in and picked up the key that was inside with her mouth. After another five minutes of careful work, she was able to free herself from her bonds. ...

If Fantasies Could Talk 4: Naughty Slave

continued from part three Part 4: Naughty Slave I had broken a rule that may seem unyielding a few days ago, but now, I put myself above it, I had defied the Mistress. I can’t really put my reasons into a single cause, but rather several failures on the part of Stacy. I was genuinely angry with her lack of concern for the scene she was playing out. I felt that she was too dark a person to rule my world, and I would not be a part of her sadistic fantasies. Cruelty was something we never discussed. She left me in a cold dark basement, naked, freezing. It must have been below sixty degrees Fahrenheit down there. I would not be tortured because of her inexperience. I knew this was the first time that she had attempted to ‘play’ with others, and I would not wait for her to figure it out, while my weekend got worse and worse. Even as I go over the justifications in my head, I knew there was something taboo about my actions. Turning against a Mistress, even if she were a bad one, had bad karma. ...

Tight Fashions 1: Debbie

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 3: Payback

3: Payback Bryon had spent the weeks since his shop front cross-dressing bondage experience in a rather confused state. On the one hand, he had found the whole experience a massive turn on, the whole forced feminisation and public bondage had stirred something deep in him. On the other hand, Byron felt that Anne and Laura hadn’t really done it to give him a wonderful experience; it had just been a side effect. Naturally Bryon felt that he should get his own back and the package that had just arrived at the shop he shared with Anne and Laura would allow him to do it. ...

If Fantasies Could Talk 3: Kelly & Stacy

continued from part two_ Part 3: Kelly & Stacy It has been two weeks since my fantastic experience with Mistress Elaine. Even thought I got everything that I dreamed of and more from the experience, I have been going to work each day feeling less excited, and have problems keeping a positive attitude about my thoughts. I shouldn’t feel this way, I say to myself, you’ve had the time of your life, and you’re better than this. But it really doesn’t help, it just doesn’t seem to change the facts of life, I am still the same person, even if I have been enlightened by my new experiences. Besides, there is only one person I could share this experience with, Kelly. ...

If Fantasies Could Talk 2: New Life

continued from part one Part 2: New Life With no light it was hard to tell how long I had been in my new resting place, and it was hard to know if there was anyone around to free me. But this was bound to end sometime and I just could not know when. That would spoil the fantasy. I wanted to have no power, and be treated as a thing, and no doubts about it, I got it. I have the fantasy. At the moment I was a thing. Couldn’t move, speak or fart. I felt like a burrito, full of energy, waiting to be released. Oh, I am bored, waiting, waiting, the things the mind goes thru, burritos indeed! Come to think of it, I am hungry. I could use a good meal. Now I want out! Gees! I can’t make a sound. I have to wait. Maybe I should pray. Maybe I should get religious? Oh dear, the thoughts that cross my mind! ...

Kim's Misadventure

Kim had been a bondage novice, although she was a well respected Bondage photographer, she hadn’t had much experience at being tied up until now, then she began to experiment with tying herself… Kim travelled down the highway, her mind not on the traffic but on her coming plans for the weekend, she was on her way to her secluded cabin, set in the midst of a wood. Her nearest neighbour was 20 miles away over some rough country or by road at least 35 miles. She’d brought the property with money she’d been left after her parents had died in an air crash, they had left her quite a sum of money plus the insurance payout, enough to pay off her debts, buy this property & resign from her boring office job. She was now a freelance photographer, something she had wanted to do since leaving college. ...

Drake Rubber Products

Place: The Drake Rubber Products Inc. factory 11:50 PM. Night shift employee Helen Clark, a 24 years old data processor, catches up on work left over from the previous night. She sits at her desk entering data on her computer. She is an attractive 5’ 8” brunette who also freelances occasionally as a model. She is single and works night shifts at D.R.P.I. four nights a week. She works in her bare feet relieved that she can relax and work comfortably as if working at home. ...

The Mighty Isadora

The Mighty Isadora by Celeste The compliments received were very much appreciated! Hope this ones to your liking The Mighty Isadora by Celeste Search as long and hard as you like, try every toy store for miles but you will not find amongst the mass ranks of pint sized space suits and tiny cowboy hats a junior clerks outfit. There is no “my first filing cabinet”. Nobody aspires to be a filing clerk, no one views the position of cog within a giant cooperate wheel as the crock of gold at the end of life’s rainbow. But then Karl didn’t go a bundle on rainbows. ...

Slave's Training

Slave’s Training by PShadowPhazer You walk into the bedroom, looking around you see the chains hanging from the wall sparkle in the light of a single lamp in a corner and me sitting on the bed. “Well my little slave do you know why I wanted you in here?” Kneeling before the bed you hold your head high with your eyes downcast as it should be. “No Master what have you called this one in here for?” You can feel my frown as it grows. “Because I saw you kissing another man my pet and for that you must be punished.” “But Master…” is all you can get out before I push a ballgag into your mouth and lock it shut behind your head, then reaching behind you I take your wrists and raise you up so you are standing on your tiptoes and enclosing your wrists in handcuffs dangling on the end of a chain from the ceiling. ...

Surprise, Surprise!

A story told by ‘Amy’ to Robert Kingsley I decided to surprise Ken. It had been a long time since we had seriously played bondage games and our sex life was getting a bit stale. He was away an awful lot of the time and I could not very well wear out a set of dildo’s because of that, could I now? So this Friday evening he was in for a big surprise! ...

The Long Road Home

8 8 The Long Road Home by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations The Long Road Home She walked down the winding desert road her blue denim shorts hugging her tight, so short they could have passed as underwear. Her shirt if you could call it that consisted of a brief bikini top chosen for its white color, which set off her sun darkened skin to perfection. The top itself barely consisting of enough fabric to cover her nipples let alone contain her pert ample breasts. Her legs long and lean ended in a pair of canvas boat shoes and no socks. She reaches up to impatiently brush at a long strand of auburn hair that has been blown into her grey eyes. ...

Amber’s Misfortune 5

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 5 by Gagged Utopia Preface Two weeks have now passed since Amber was first captured from her own self-bondage in her dorm. Having trained many slaves in the past, I can easily tell the signs when a slave has adjusted to their position and accept it. Once in a while, a slave will develop an attachment to their new masters and become instantly disobedient to the new master. It is unfortunate that the slaves have to learn they are in no way in control again, their only saving grace is most masters are not as cleaver and sadistic as I. Amber seems to be turning out into one of those slaves. She has grown very attached to me as a master and already does not see herself as a kidnap victim. Something is different with Amber however, normally I sell them off to my normal contacts or dispose of them if they get too damaged during training. Amber might be a little hard to get rid of, but I don’t have a choice… unfortunately. ...

Encased for a Lifetime

I have been waiting for the right weather forecast for several weeks. The news was good it was going to rain for the next 36 hours. We had been practicing for this day, Linda and I would drive to the park, and there we would take turns walking around the park with our eyes closed. Then we tried it blindfolded. One day we decided to blindfold both of us, this way we could not depend on the other. Then we did it alone while the other watched from the parking lot. We did this about every other day, some people would ask us what we were doing, we told them we were doing a confidence course. ...

A Friend in Deed

A Friend in Deed (A Sequel To A Friend In Need) “Okay, I give up. What are you smiling about?” Steven asked his wife as she drove them home. “Oh I was just thinking some kinky thoughts, dear,” Lori replied, glancing over at her husband of eight years. Steven looked over at his wife and grinned, “And what kinky thoughts might those be, my darling?” A mischievous smile crossed Lori’s lips, “You will just have to wait and see, dear. But I know you will like it.” Steven would have tried to prod an answer out of his raven-haired wife, but he knew her too well. She would not say another word about it, even if he threatened her with binding and flogging her. Of course, that is what she would have wanted anyway. The thoughts of his wife being bound and perhaps having some new toy to play with flooded his mind as they crept through rush hour traffic on their way home. Steven was very, very glad that their house was not that far of a drive. -o0o- Kim didn’t know how long she lay there hogtied and naked on her friend’s wooden floor. She could hear Lori’s grandfather clock silently ticking away in the hallway but she couldn’t see it no matter how much she struggled. Kim tried not to struggle too much though, since she was now exhausted from not one but two orgasms that she had while she laid there. The warm, lusty afterglow still filled her and she was afraid that any more friction between her legs would start something she would be too worn out to finish. The blonde could see herself in the reflection off of the glass cabinet doors and she could hardly believe it was herself. Her pale skin was flushed from her exertions and her long blonde hair was in tangles. But it was what she saw in her dark-blue eyes that told her that she had made the right choice by letting her friend Lori tie her up. Now all she could do is savor the anticipation of having Lori’s husband Steve enjoy her like this. Kim listened to what little traffic passed the house, hoping one would finally pull into the driveway. One finally did. A flood of wanton feelings flowed through Kim as she heard the car doors slam shut and the muffled sounds of Lori and her husband Steve walking towards the front door. “Now dear, you will wait fifteen minutes before you come in so I can get things ready,” Kim heard Lori say, “Everything you see you have permission to use. And I do mean everything.” “You are sounding more and more like a Dom, you know?” Steven replied. “I have a good teacher,” Lori leaned over and kissed her husband, “Now stay here and don’t peek or you won’t get your surprise.” Kim heard the keys in the lock and squirmed enough around so she could see Lori come through the door. She put a slender finger to her lips as she set down her purse and knelt down beside her captive friend with all the gracefulness of a cat. “Now, Kim, you don’t want to spoil Steve’s surprise, now, do you?” She asked, looking down at her friend with those dark, trusting eyes. Kim shook her head. “That is a good girl,” Lori said patting her friend on the head as if she were a beloved pet, “Now, not another sound. . .sshhhhhhhh.” Kim watched as her friend and former professor get up and begin to unbutton her blouse. It wasn’t like the first time she watched her friend disrobe, rather this time was much more seductive. Lori took her time; knowing Kim was watching, slowly easing the blouse over her shoulders and onto the floor. Lori’s lace bra was next followed by her dark skirt and matching thong. Tall and slender and beautifully olive skinned, Lori was one of the most attractive people that Kim had ever met. Lori always kept her raven-colored hair long and curly and her dark eyes always seemed to speak of unrestrained kindness. Kim’s friend had not moved the black nylon athletic bag and Kim watched in fascination as Lori pulled from it a carefully chosen selection of padlocks, black leather straps and a black gag similar to Kim’s red one. After setting each on the floor beside Kim, Lori knelt down beside her friend and fastened the gag tightly into her mouth. The brunette looked over at her bound blonde friend and smiled around the gag. Next Lori picked up a pair of leather straps and fastened them around her slight ankles before fastening another pair around her thighs. Bending her calves tightly against her thighs, she fastened each ankle strap to the one on her thigh, welding her legs into a kneeling position. The last pair of leather straps she buckled around each of her wrists and then, carefully, locked them behind her back. Lori tested her bindings a bit, making sure that there wasn’t any slack before scooting in beside Kim. Kim could just picture what Lori’s husband would see when he walked through the door, both of them bound and ready for him to do as he pleased. The thought sent ripples of pleasure through Kim. It seemed like forever before the door opened and Steve to walk in. When he did, he took one glance at the both of them and just froze. He could not believe his eyes. One of his most desired fantasies was lying on the floor in front of him. Two lovely women, naked, bound and gagged, squirming for his attention. “Is this for real or just a dream?” Steve finally asked. Lori nodded her head and moaned a ‘yes’ through her gag. “Kim,” he looked down at the young blonde, “I am shocked, though in a very good way. Are you okay with this?” Kim nodded her head. It was VERY okay with her. Already she had started rocking her hips, letting the rope between her legs begin to pleasure her again. It was really the first time she had really looked at Steve to see how attractive he really was. He was powerfully built from the years he had spent in the gym. He had at one time he had played football for his high school team but really didn’t have the talent to go much further than that. He had a curly black hair, a ‘chiseled’ but handsome face and dark eyes that seemed full of mischief and laughter. Now those dark eyes were drinking in all of Kim’s naked loveliness. “Lori didn’t trick you into this, did she?” he asked Kim. The blonde girl shook her head. “You made you decision on your own,” Steve said, more of a statement than a question. Kim nodded her head again, the desire within her growing. “Did Lori explain to you the safe words and such?” “Uuuuh-huuhhh,” Kim moaned into her gag, nodding her head. “So you are ready to get started?” Again, Kim nodded and squirmed in her bonds. She had never felt so wanton and sexy before in her entire life. Here she was, bound and helpless and Steve could do anything he wanted to her and she was helpless to stop it. True, she could stop it is she said the safe word or hummed the safe tune into her gag, but he could always ignore it. That is what made the rush so hot. She just wished he would take her and release her lust now. To Kim’s chagrin, Steven turned from her and knelt down beside his wife. Without a word, he kissed her just behind her ear and whispered a thank you to her. His touches were gentle as he cradled her and looked into each other’s eyes. He never loved someone so much in his life. She had given him the ultimate gift and there were really no other words to express it. He mouthed the words ‘I Love You’ and got up. Steve knelt over his new blonde captive and undid her gag. Not that it would remain out for very long, but he had to ask her a few questions that could not be answered by a simple yes or no. Kim’s jaw ached a bit after Steve removed her gag, but not unpleasantly so. Gently he rolled the blonde unto her side and looked her in her eyes. He could tell that she was hungry for some attention not only by the way she was straining against the ropes, but also the messages her blue eyes flashed. “Now I know Lori must have discussed limits with you and you know we are not into the pain thing at all. Are there any other boundaries you I need to know about?” Steve asked. Kim just looked straight into Steve’s eyes, “Just fuck me.” Steve laughed. “That is all I need to know,” he said as he pushed the gag back into Kim’s mouth before turning to his wife. “Is that okay with you, my darling?” Steven asked. Slowly, Lori nodded her head. Actually, she didn’t think the question would feel so disheartening as it did. However, she had only herself to blame and she knew that whatever might transpire between Kim and her husband, it would not affect Steve’s love for her. “Well, my two slaves, we need to get you to a more comfortable place. I think the bedroom will be much better suited for this endeavor. Lori, you first.” Steven wrestled his wife up into a kneeling position before lifting her up onto the couch. He took a breath, enjoying the sight of his wife’s nude, bound body. He then hoisted her over his shoulder and started up the stairs, giving her well-rounded ass a playful slap or two just to keep his wife in the mood. A little while passed as Kim lay there, wondering what was going on up stairs and what Steve would do to her. The blonde’s libido was crammed into high gear but the rope between her legs was not doing the job. Thank goodness it didn’t take long for Steve to come back down stairs to collect his new slave. “Ready,” he asked. Kim nodded, moaning into her gag. “I have something very special in mind for you,” Steven said as he wrestled her up onto the couch and into a kneeling position then put her over his shoulder like he had his wife Lori. Kim wasn’t the only one horny as hell. Steve’s mind was in a whirlwind of erotic fantasies and scenarios. However, there was one thing that troubled him and that was his commitment to his wife. Even though they had discussed numerous times about having a third person join them in their games, it was always in context of a fantasy and something that he never thought would really happen. Steven was in love with his wife, very much so, and the thought of possibly hurting her by making love to Kim kept pricking at him like a painful hangnail. Then, as he reached the top of the stairs, he thought up a solution, one that would not force him to make a choice to whom to make love with first. Steve grinned at his solution as he went down the short hallway and into their bedroom. It was if a heavy blanket had been whisked away and all that remained was the fresh excitement of a new frontier. Kim strained to see how he had Lori tied as he carried her into the bedroom. She also was looking for any hints about how she would be made helpless as well. The bedroom of the Schroeder house was one of the few rooms of the house she had never seen. Like the rest of the house, it had been lovingly restored with polished wood floors, dark wood beams and wainscoting throughout the room. A huge, canopied four-post bed dominated the room with its carved cherry-wood columns and forest green velvet drapes. However, it was Lori that captured Kim’s attention the most. The brunette stood beside the bed, bent over. Lori’s legs were held wide apart by rope tied to her ankles and looped around the bed’s feet. Her wrists were bound tightly together and pulled up towards the canopy frame, binding Lori into a helpless strappado position. A smile caressed Lori’s lips around her bright red ballgag as her dark eyes met Kim’s. Steven plopped the blonde down on the bed opposite his wife. His member ached with desire and he what he wanted more than anything to take Kim and his wife and fuck them for all he was worth. But good things come to those who wait and Steve mentally chanted that mantra as he began to undo Kim’s wrists from her ankles. “Are your bindings okay?” Steve asked as checked the ropes around her wrists and elbows. Kim nodded, moaning into her gag. The feel of Steve’s fingers was electric as he gently pushed her from side to side, unweaving the rope dress that Lori had wove her into. Lastly, he eased the rope from between her legs, causing her to gasp with a bolt of pleasure. “Me thinks she’s a bit sensitive,” Steven grinned as he untied the blonde’s ankles. Kim blushed. She couldn’t remember the last time anybody had caused her to blush in such a wanton fashion. Perhaps it was as far back as the first tentative unbuttoning of her blouse in the backseat of her high school boyfriend’s Plymouth Valiant. Whenever it was, it was not nearly as powerful as the one that heated her soul at this moment. Grabbing Kim’s hips, Steve pulled her off the bed and helped her to stand, facing her friend Lori. “Okay, spread your legs apart,” Steven ordered her. The blonde hesitated a bit before complying, spreading her legs apart as she had seen Lori had done. “Further.” Again, Kim did as she was told, stretching her legs out further. “Good girl,” Steven smiled as he gave his captive blonde a playful swat on her ass. Kim looked down to see Steve kneeling at her feet, tying her legs apart just as he had Lori’s. She knew now that she was going to be tied exactly like her friend. Steve then pulled Kim’s bound wrists up toward the canopy frame, forcing her to bend forward a bit. Steven stepped back and admired his handiwork. Both women looked stunning as they stood bound facing each other. Both women wriggling and checking their bonds. Steve knew Lori did it to turn him on. Kim, however, was genuinely testing her bondage and finding out just how helpless she really was. As pleasing as it was to watch both of his captives, there were things he needed to get done. “Well, if you will excuse me ladies, I have one last little thing to get prepared. Please continue without me. It should only take a moment.” Both women moaned their disapproval as Steven left the room to retrieve the black bag downstairs. Lori looked up at her friend Kim and wondered what was going through the young blonde’s mind. Kim was probably as horny as she was, maybe even more so. Lori knew how well Steven could tease a woman. One of the first times Steven had tied her, she remembered, it felt like ages before he let her orgasm. But what an orgasm it was. It flooded her with a mind-numbing bliss that she had never ever had felt before. Even the thoughts of that night started to fan the embers of lust within Lori and she wanted so badly to feel her husband within her. “Ladies, I am glad to see you are both still here,” Steven said hold a coil of twine and two identical slender wand vibrators. When Lori found something that worked, she usually bought multiples of them just to make sure she would have a supply of them. Her toys were no exception. The slick chrome vibrators wove their magic spell on more than one occasion, especially in Steven’s expert hands. The brunette noticed, however, that the twine was tied around the base of each one. “Since Kim is our guest, I think I will start with her,” Steven said as he placed one of the vibrators on the bed and stepped around in back of Kim with the other. Gently, Steve passed the chrome wand between the blonde’s legs. Kim moaned with his touch. After pulling the vibrator through as well as some length of twine, he gently opened the moistened lips of Kim’s sex. Kim felt his fingers tenderly slip up and down her slit, causing her to whine loudly into her gag. Waves of pleasure began to radiate through Kim as she thrust herself back at him. Her furnace of wanton desire was now glowing hot and getting hotter with every stroke. Kim found herself nearly wailing when he stopped his caresses only to feel the hard, cold shaft of the vibrator being pushed into her. “Now, Kim, it is important that you keep your silver friend within you and not loose him. If you do, you will spend the night hogtied on the end of the bed while I pay attention only to my lovely wife.” Steven knew as he grabbed the other vibe that his Lori was going to be just as wet as their guest. Just as he had Kim, Steven passed the slender wand between Lori’s legs as well as some of the twine and he began to ease it into her. Though it was not her husband filling her, the vibrator was a very welcome substitute. Without turning it on, he slowly began to thrust it in and out of her, adding to her already smoldering desire. However, just as she was enjoying the rhythm, he stopped leaving the device inside her. Moaning her displeasure through her gag, she watched as her husband climbed onto the bed and produced from his pocket two large ‘S’ hooks which he hung in the center of the canopy frame about a foot apart from each other. Carefully, he took the center of the twine to which each of the vibrators were attached and hung it over each of the hooks. Lastly, he pulled out a pair of narrow looking pinecones. “Okay, ladies, pay attention. These are a pair of weights stolen from an old, defunct cuckoo clock. I am going to hang these weights from the twine after I turn on each of your toys. The first one to loose her vibrator will spend the rest of the evening hogtied, watching the other get my full, undivided attentions. If you understand, please nod your head. Both women nodded the heads, though the look on their faces was not altogether happy. “Good, let us begin.” Steven crawled off the bed and went behind his wife, giving her a playful swat on her ass. Tenderly, he reached between her legs and turned her vibrator on high. It’s hum soon sent flares of bliss raging through Lori, making her moan loudly behind her gag. Even as the pleasure blazed through her, Lori knew with the vibrator buzzing as it was it was going to be hard to concentrate and grip the vibe within her. Next, Steve went around and did the same to Kim’s slender vibe. The feeling was absolutely electric as Steven slipped it in and Kim found herself shuddering as a mini-orgasm engulfed her. Steven felt sorry for poor Kim and held the vibe within her as she thrashed in her bonds, letting the orgasm consume her. Only when she calmed down did he let go of the humming dildo and climb onto the bed. One at a time, Steven the hung the weights on the twine between the two hooks. The slack in the line drew taught and Lori could feel it pressing against her swollen clit, sending a sharp flash of pleasure through her. Even though she wanted Kim to feel what it was like to be bound and made love to, Lori wanted her husband even more and she was determined to win this little competition of Stevens. Equally, Kim wanted Steve to fuck her more than she had ever wanted a man to fuck her before. She was like a cat in heat, writhing to the hum of her vibrator as she clamped down as hard as she could to make sure that it did not pull out of her. It was a terrible torture to the bound blonde. She could feel another fiery orgasm building within her as the vibe hummed it’s magic inside her. Her moans from behind her gag became louder and louder as the fires stoked by the first orgasm began to build a grander pyre within her. ‘Splat!’ Kim yelped into her gag more out of surprise than any sort of pain as Steven swatted her rear. The spank nearly caused her to loose her vibrating implement. She then felt his fingers brushing gently over the curves of her shoulders and down the curves of her sides. Each of his touches was another flicker of pleasure. His hands ran over her skin as he pressed against her. Through Steven’s Dockers, she could feel his erection and Kim tried to grind her ass against him, trying to get him to forget this maddening game and take her. The captive blonde mewled as Steve roughly kneaded her nipples. Her very soul was a firestorm of ecstasy as the orgasm that was building within her crested in an eruption of pure bliss. In her writhing, Kim’s vibrator slipped out, causing her to scream in frustration. Steven reached down behind her and slipped his finger between her lips, tickling her swollen clit until she cried and thrashed about, unable to take any more but unable to stop him. Finally, he took pity on Kim, giving her another swat before going over to his bound wife. Steven quickly stripped and positioned himself behind Lori. He could tell by the quickening of her whimpers that she was very close to the edge. He eased the vibrator from within her and spread her swollen lips. Then, he pushed himself into her. The feel of her husband inside of her was ecstatic and nearly caused her to cum right then. But she forced herself back onto him and began to match his thrusts. Lori wanted to cum when he did. Faster and faster Steven pounded her, grasping her hips and pulling her back onto him. All the sexual desire building up within him was now focused on his wife. Her moans became more like gruntings as their pace quickened. After years of marriage, she knew when he was about to cum. His hot seed sprayed into her and fed her own volcanic orgasm as she exploded into a frenzy of pure ecstasy. Slowly, they both slowed and Steven slipped from between his wife’s legs, spent. Both women were limp from their pleasure as Steven began to relieve them of some of their bonds. Steven turned to Kim, “I guess you are going to have to stay the night. Let’s get you a bit more comfortable.” The End (?) Dear readers, would you like to see more stories about Kim, Lori and Steven, please write me and let me know. You can e-mail me at [email protected] or visit my blog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ T.S. ...

A Matter of Stamina

Have you ever wished for that super male you know the one the rare bread that does not seem to exist, that can keep going above and beyond the normal bounds of physical endurance, The odd one in a million that can out perform a women, Perhaps you should not wish for what you cannot control Kim and Jenny had decided it was time to find a male to torment, the thing was every time a suitable male appeared on the scene, all he wanted to do was to lay one of them or both that’s if he had the stamina and then go to sleep leaving the girls to amuse themselves for the rest of the evening! So surly it was time we got a male with an in-exhaustible supply of stamina, a sort of steam engine on legs in for our own enjoyment and entertainment, one that would want to carry on and on, a sort of mechanical stud! As we had always been used by males for their entertainment in the past we both agreed the time had come for a change, we were going to be in charge of the next one. ...

American Dream 5: Pick Up

(story continues from American Dream 4: Ransom Note) Part 5: Pick Up Thursday 5TH October 2006 6am I awoke at the usual time of six o’clock. I left Jennifer sleeping as it was to be a big day for her. In more way’s than one. The days up to now had gone in like a flash. My new assignment at the Power Station was settling down to a familiar routine and that out the way left me to concentrate on the weekend ahead. ...

American Dream 6: Together Again

(story continues from American Dream 5: Pick Up) Part 6: Together Again Thursday 5TH October 2006 1950hrs The rest of the drive to my flat had been uneventful. We drove in silence, broken only by the intermittent clanging of the cuffs on the metal frame of my drivers seat as Lucinda tested her bonds. I watched her in the rear view mirror but her expressionless face gave nothing away. She was actually more attractive in the flesh than in the photos Jennifer had shown me. Long dark hair framed a pretty face with a slightly square jaw. A pair of lips that I bet could suck an egg through a fuckin straw and a narrow nose complimented each other perfectly. Lastly her big, deep brown eyes that no doubt would have been watching me closely if it weren’t for the darkened glasses. ...

American Dream 7: Bound Together

(story continues from American Dream 6: Together Again) Part 7: Bound Together Friday 6TH October 2006 0147hrs Lucinda strained her bound wrists against the tight white cord for the umpteenth time. As she did so she grunted into the black leather panel gag that had been applied to her lower face, the large red rubber ball that was attached to the panel, wedged deep in her mouth behind her teeth silencing her effectively. Jennifer turned her head to try to look at her Mother. She had been totally amazed at Lucinda’s ability to struggle and fight the ropes. Also her stamina was breathtaking. ...

American Dream 8: Bath Time

(story continues from American Dream 7: Bound Together) Part 8: Bath Time Friday 6TH September 2006 1430hrs Both women stood in the centre of the small room I used as my workshop and glared at me. I had already ordered them to strip to their underwear and tights and the discarded clothes lay in two separate piles in the middle of the floor. Lucinda had been released when I returned to the flat and had been given the latex dress to wear whilst being transported to the unit. I had also made her wear her pumps. The way the latex clung to her figure gave me another boner. ...

Artificial Opportunities

Bonnie glanced at her watch as she sipped on her coffee while sitting at her dining room table. Her lawyer Gwen Sawyer had called her earlier in the day to say that Bonnie’s ex, Gil, had finally agreed to turn over the money and items Bonnie has asked for when she filed for divorce. Gwen went on to say that she’d be over later that day with some papers for Bonnie to sign. The fact that Gil was giving in after a great deal of acrimonious debate was extremely satisfying to Bonnie and she looked forward to rubbing it in the next time she saw him. Just as Bonnie finished drinking her coffee, she heard a knock on her front door. However, when she opened it, she discovered that her visitor was not her lawyer as she expected but two delivery men carrying what looked like a large screen TV as well as some other boxes. Behind them, with a smug look that Bonnie knew all too well and had grown to hate, was Gil. “Gil! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were talking to my lawyer and finally giving me all the stuff I deserve!” Bonnie snapped even as the workers set up the TV and deposited the rest of the boxes in the middle of the living room. After everything had been left, the workers left leaving a fuming Bonnie and a silent Gil alone in the room. “Look, asshole, if you don’t answer my question right now, I’m gonna call the cops and get your ass thrown in jail!” Bonnie hissed as she saw her ex husband fiddling with the TV in the corner. Upon hearing Bonnie’s implied threat, Gil stopped his gaze and turned his attention to the auburn haired woman. “Calm down, Bonnie. I’m hooking up the TV here and should be done in a minute or two. I think you’re really going to like it,” the man said with a smile that was somewhat unnerving to Bonnie. A minute or so later, Gil made his way out from behind the television and, standing just behind the auburn haired Bonnie, withdrew what appeared to be a remote control for the TV. He was about to depress the POWER button when Bonnie whirled around and grabbed the control out of his hand. “Lemme have that! I’ve read the stories on the net about the tales of men using ‘magical’ remote controls to take control of women they have problems with. They may be just urban legends or the products of some warped Canadian minds but I don’t trust you!” Bonnie snapped as she waved the remote in the air. Gil’s response was to remain silent as Bonnie motioned him to move in front of her. With a smug look on her face, she motioned her ex husband to stand between her and the television and, with a bit of a flourish, depressed the power button. To Bonnie’s slight disappointment, the TV flickered on with nothing out of the ordinary happening. She started flicking through the channels and privately admitted to herself that the picture and sound were very nice indeed. However, when she went to tweak the television’s brightness, the remote seemed to go dead. “Hey, you cheap asshole, the batteries on this remote are dead. You might try splurging on a set that didn’t come from the discount store for a change!” Bonnie snapped in a manner that indicated her resentment towards her soon to be ex husband hadn’t eased in the slightest. “Shoot! Give me a second, I’ve got some spare batteries out in the truck. Just give me a minute or two,” Gil said as he grabbed the remote and headed outside before Bonnie could give any kind of response. Slightly bemused by her ex’s enthusiasm, the blond haired woman walked over to a window facing the driveway and watched Gil fumble around clumsily like he had in bed all those years. Several minutes later, Gil trotted back into the house with the remote in his right hand and his smile, if anything, larger than before. “Well, the remote’s all fixed now, honey. Let’s get things going, shall we?” he exclaimed while hitting the POWER button the control. “Give it h…UUURRKKK!!!” Bonnie started to say before she fell silent as she found she was unable to move or talk whatsoever. “You know, Bonnie, you were right to suspect something was amiss when I came to visit. Truth is, your suspicion that there was something more to this remote control than controlling the TV was correct. You see, I have a friend who works for a private military contractor and he…. ohhh…. it’s a long and rather boring story. To sum it up, this remote, when it has contact with your flesh as long as it did, can control you and your actions quite comprehensively. If you think I’m making any of this up, maybe I’ll start with a small demonstration. How about I get you to take off your blouse and skirt? Let’s see, this should do the trick,” Gil murmured before clicking a couple of buttons as he pointed the remote at the transfixed woman. “Your. Wish. Is. My. Command,” Bonnie said in a dry monotone even as she mentally screamed in rage. To her surprise, her hands moved of their accord upwards and mechanically started to unbutton her blouse. Once the last button was loosened, Bonnie jerkily pulled her blouse off and dropped it to the ground. Even as she mentally screamed in rage her hands moved to the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it downwards. After tugging on the sides of the skirt, Bonnie let it slip to the floor before resuming a rigid pose. “Cool! That worked just as it should! Now, let’s get you to take off your bra and panties, shall we?” Gil exclaimed before depressing another series of buttons on his remote. “Of. Course. Mas. Ter., " Bonnie intoned as her hands lifted upwards and undid the clasp on her bra. After removing her bra, her fingers moved downwards and under the strings of her thong panties. She had pulled them about halfways down when Gil clicked the PAUSE button. “I think I’d like a sexy pose when you pull your panties off. This should make you turn around and bend over before you pull them off,” Gil gleefully intoned as he clicked on his remote once again. A moment or so passed with Bonnie locked her in rigid position before the remote’s commands. Suddenly, the blonde haired woman straightened into a rigid pose with her eyes looking blank and staring straight ahead. “I. Will Obey. Mas. Ter.. Of Course,” Bonnie intoned before stiffly turning around and bending over at the waist. Lowering her panties down to her shoes, Bonnie exposed a firmly toned and luscious ass that Gil had always admired when they were married. “Heh. You know, Bonnie, I always said you had the most luscious ass. Wait, I know just the thing to add to this little picture. Don’t move…… heh……. " Gil said with a chuckle before leaving the room and heading for the bedroom. A few minutes later, he returned with what looked like an oversized butt plug. With a sly look on his face, Gil bent down and pushed the plug deep into Bonnie. “You bastard!!!….. When I get loose from whatever he’s done to me, Gil is going to prison for a very long time…. if I don’t castrate the bastard first!!…. he’s going to…… OOOOOHHHH!!!!!!………..” Bonnie thought angrily to herself before her thoughts were interrupted by the erotic sensation of having her anus filled with the plug. “Yeah, that makes you look quite nice. Time to get back to some fun though. This combo will have you turn around and pose sexy for me while cupping your breasts,” Gil said before picking up his remote and punched in a bunch of numbers. Moments later, Bonnie’s body tightened ever so slightly as her brain received the order. “Yes. Mas. Ter.. To. Serve you. Is pleasure,” she said before her body straightened up and she moved jerkily to face her grinning ex. Her hands moved upwards and cupped her petite breasts in an inviting manner. The only hint that something was amiss in her erotic pose was the bland look on her face even as her subconscious mind screamed obscenities in defiance. In fact, Bonnie’s expression was noted by Gil at that moment. “Tsk, tsk, time to turn that frown upside down. You want to look like you’re enjoying this, sweetie,” he said before depressing a single button near the top of the remote. Almost instantly, a big smile appeared on Bonnie’s face with her white teeth showing in a look that was dazzling and somewhat unnerving at the same time. “I know this remote doesn’t remove all of your independent thought so you’re probably thinking on some level that someone will show up and rescue you. In fact, I bet you’re counting on that bitch of a lawyer coming here and stopping me. Tell ya what, while I’m taking a closer look at your lovely body, I’ll spin you a tale that will explain where I was before getting here today and answer any thoughts of a visit soon at the same time,” Gil said even as he ran his right hand over Bonnie’s right tit. “You see……………. " Approximately 3 hours earlier……………. Gwen struggled to comprehend what was going in her house and to her. She was gathering up a few papers before making arrangements to have papers served to finalize a client’s divorce. To her surprise, she was visited by the client’s husband and before she could ask why he was there, the man pulled out of some strange device and took control of her physical motions completely. Before she knew it, she had stripped off all of her clothes and posed in several degrading yet highly erotic poses for the man. Worst of all, she was responding to the man’s clicking of his remote by saying statements that indicated her acceptance and obedience even as her subconscious raged against her predicament. At the moment, she was standing in the middle of her living room with her arms tucked behind her head and her mouth pursed in a sexy manner. “Ya know, I wasn’t quite sure if this thing would work or not when my buddy loaned it to me. I guess it’s a good thing I tried it out on that pizza delivery woman last night before I came here, eh? Luckily, she never saw my face and she regained consciousness in the middle of an abandoned mall’s parking lot by herself. However, for you, miss lawyer bitch, I have something else in mind,” Gil called out as he sat up in the chair he was seated in. “Lemme see, this should make you straighten up, walk over and put your signature on a few documents I’ve set up,” Gil exclaimed before staring to click on the remote pointed in the woman’s direction. A few moments later, Gwen’s arms stiffly returned to her sides and she stood at attention. “I. Hear. And. I. Obey. Mas. Ter. Of. Course.” the blonde haired woman intoned before turning stiffly and walking in a robotic manner towards a desk to the right. Bending over, Gwen grappled onto the pen resting on the desk and, in a manner that resembled an automated machine, signed the papers where it was indicated. After setting the pen back down, she turned in a robotic manner to face the man who controlled her every movement and waited silently for his next command. “Excellent! Thanks to the papers you’ve just signed, your disappearance will be written off by your letter of resignation and the note saying you’re moving to Canada to live in seclusion. The bank document you notarized that gives me control over all your money and property so it shouldn’t be a problem to cover up all traces of your disappearance. Of course, I’ll know that you won’t have changed residence but rather a change of a different type,” Gil said with a chuckle as he stood up and stared at his remote for a second two. With an arrogant smile crossing his face, Gil raised his remote up and pointed in the direction of the nude woman. “I think for this final part, you might be most comfortable by taking a seat in front of the fireplace,” he said with an almost childish laugh before depressing another two buttons. “I. Live. To. Obey. Mas. Ter.” Gwen said before turning and walking to the location in question. Moving in a tight circle, she sat down on the hard brick hearth in front of the fireplace and awaited her next command with a vacant smile plastered on her face. Gil glanced at his watch and smiled. “I’d love to stay and have a little more fun but I should get over to my ex wife’s home and prepare for her imminent arrival. Before I do that, however, I should make you ready for our trip out of town. The other function of this wondrous remote is that it is able to change organic material into organic material via tiny nanites. The nanites are programmed to transform the targeted subject into a new form according to the combination I program into the remote. Let’s see…. hmmmm… that should do it! Now, all I have to do is this!” he exclaimed as he excitedly punched numbers into the remote before moving over and touching Gwen’s shoulder with the remote’s top end. The blonde woman’s body started to twitch slightly and she let out a slight gasp of pleasure. “I. Am. The. Mas. Ter’s. Love. Doll.” Gwen started to intone over and over even as her body started to show the effects of the nanites. Freckles and blemishes disappeared rapidly all over her body as her skin took on a glossy appearance. Seams started to become apparent on her arms and limbs as Gwen’s flesh and bones turned to rubber and latex. Her legs spread into a more open position that mimicked the V shape found in the traditional love dolls used by enthusiastic men. Gwen openly moaned as her sex started to twitch and contort as if it had a mind of its own. A moment or so later, her pussy closed tightly before opening into a perfect ovular opening with the interior becoming a sac of rubber and latex aching to be filled by a sex toy or her owner’s hard cock. Although Gwen’s thinking was focused mostly on being the best love doll for her owner, a small part of her consciousness will still existed and that part was not happy at all. ...

Away On Business 7: The Bag Revisited

(story continues from Away On Business 6: More Duvet Roll) WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

Batgirl vs the Professor 12: The Results

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 11: The Next Victims) Part 12: The Results Barbara awoke alone. Her rest was not peaceful, with images and the horrors of the past day filling her mind and dreams. She and Annie were close all night, trying to find comfort from the touch of another person. But now Annie was gone. Though there was no clock in the room, Barbara thought she had heard an alarm some time earlier. She guessed that Annie was accustomed to her morning routine and was already down in the lab. ...

Batgirl vs the Professor 13: Intruders

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 12: The Results) Part 13: Intruders Unable to control herself, another orgasm exposed over Batgirl, even as she heard the horrific news as to the fate of the Professor’s recent experiments. She cried into the gag as the erotic sensations flooded her body. When the orgasm subsided, the Professor continued. “As for the kittens, they are now on their way to the port of Gotham where a ship will be taking them on a nice long journey to the Middle East. I’m sure the crew will receive some special entertainment from their unique cargo as they make that long voyage.” ...

Batgirl vs the Professor 3: Mind Bender

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Batgirl vs the Professor 9: Visitors

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Bitgirl Part 2: Bitgirl

(story continues from Bitgirl Part 1: Deerefield House) Part 2: Bitgirl No Hooves In The House! Bitgirl chuckled, a soft, breathy sound. He followed her eyes to the sign, smiled, reached over and took her hand, squeezed it. The Bookside Inn was in fact an equestrian center. There was a large barn behind the inn, a paddock, an enclosure for jumping practice and dressage. But for a month each year the equines left and the ponygirls took up residence. The double entendre tickled her. Some horse owners loved their horses, some a bit too much. As for the ponygirls … ...

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Bob and Carol and Alice

(story continues from Bob and Carol and Alice) (Racer and Rick are a relatively normal(?) heterosexual 30 something couple living in New York City who enjoy bondage, domination, and sex. Rick is an accountant. Racer is a rather good female long distance runner, and she placed well enough in last year’s New York City marathon that if you saw her real name you might recognize it). * * * * * * * * ...

Bob and Carol and Alice

(Racer and Rick are a relatively normal(?) heterosexual 30 something couple living in New York City who enjoy bondage, domination, and sex. Rick is an accountant. Racer is a rather good female long distance runner, and she placed well enough in last year’s New York City marathon that if you saw her real name you might recognize it). * * * * * * * * This is a story about two girls and a guy. They are college-educated professionals successfully pursuing careers in a mid-western city. All three are in their late twenties, and all three are sexually passionate with an interest in bondage sex. They attended college together, where Carol and Alice were roommates and they both dated Bob. Carol is a blond, Alice is a brunette, and Bob is somewhere in between. Bob is heterosexual, while Carol and Alice – well, we will let the reader decide! ...

Centrefolds

Ilsa opened the door to the photo studio and walked in hoping that no one would notice she wasn’t supposed to be there that day. Her friend Carla was participating in a photo shoot that day as the centerfold model for a new adult men’s magazine Sexy Sluts. Carla had invited Ilsa to watch the shoot but to stay out of the way of the photographer as he might be a little .temperamental CRASHH!! A lighting fixture tumbled to the floor after Ilsa tripped on a loose wire running from it and fell to the ground herself. Ilsa looked up to see an enraged man heading for her waving his arms frantically. " Look at what you have done, you clumsy woman. That’s an expensive fixture you just destroyed through your clumsiness and it will take some time to get a replacement piece. Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady ? " the mid 40’s man with a receding hairline snapped as he gestured angrily at the broken item. Ilsa looked at the angry man and a look of sorrow appeared on her face . " I’m sorry, it was an accident ! If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, I’ll be more than happy to do it. I don’t much in the way of money but if there’s any jobs or chores you need help with , I’d be more than happy to give you a hand with it." she said hoping to calm the man down. The man picked up the fixture and part of the glass fell to the ground and shattered into smaller pieces. " Young lady, a $ 5,000 dollar lighting fixture that has been destroyed is not replaced by simple menial labor. You see, it costs…" he started to state forcefully before being interrupted by the sound of another light crashing to the ground. This time, it was Carla looking crestfallen as she gazed down at the ruined equipment lying in front of her. " You…you…ARRRGHHH!!!…." snarled Jacques as he stormed over to the other ruined equipment in a great rage. After bending down for a second or two, he straightened up and jabbed a finger at Carla while inhaling deeply. However, after a second or two of uncomfortable silence, his face noticeably softened as he looked at both women with a slow and deliberate turn of his head. " I’ve decided that, for compensation, you two won’t have to pay for the equipment you’ve destroyed. Instead, I want you two to model for me free in a series of photos for a new adult magazine Lesbian Lust being published in Europe. It will require you both to travel for a bit after the shoot so please make the necessary arrangements before the shoot starts tomorrow." Jacques said with a far more pleasant tone than before. The two women looked at each other dumbfounded by the offer. The shoot would be the opportunity for both of them to command big money in the adult entertainment industry and the fact that Jacques, known for the amazing quality and color of his photos, would be the one filming them virtually guaranteed them lucrative offers to appear in XXX movies and other parts of the industry. Ilsa and Carla both quickly agreed to Jacques’ proposal and were given directions to the studio where Jacques would film the two for the magazine. They were told to meet him there in two days with the outfits he provided and to brings lots of passion. 48 hours later…… After 45 minutes into the shoot, both women were a little weary by the frantic pace in the posing and re-posing for Jacques’ rapid picture taking. They had started off wearing frilly lingerie which they took turns removing from their opposite at Jacques’ prompting before moving onto intimate probing and caressing each other’s body. After several minutes of letting their tongues and hands roam up and down each other while embracing, Jacques called for a five minute break while he retrieved a new camera for the final part of the shoot. The two women pulled themselves off the bed and stood up straight for a few seconds chatting among themselves with both noting how stiff they felt and how their skin seemed to be almost glistening from the sweat that was coating them both. " All right, ladies, I need you to pose in front of the chairs over here lying face up on the rug. " Jacques called out to the models. They both walked slowly over to the position Jacques indicated and assumed a sultry position looking up. FLASH!! " Now, I need you two to lift yourselves up with your legs spread wide and supporting your weight your elbows and feet. Do it now !! " Jacques commanded the women who felt compelled to follow his order to the letter. FLASH!! FLASH!! " Cup your breasts and hold your mouth open like the good dollies you soon will be ! " Jacques ordered while slightly adjusting the camera flash. FLASH!!!!!! FLASH!!!!! The women had just finished assuming the order and barely had time to register the significance of what Jacques had just said when they felt a change quickly envelop their rigid bodies. Ilsa could feel her skin quickly changing from warm flesh and blood to smooth plastic with no signs of freckles and blemishes visible anywhere. Her breasts grew rigid and became twin mounds of molded plastic capped by rubbery nipples. She could feel her pussy slightly open and assume the same O-shape that her mouth was now frozen in. ...

Family Ties

Kelly and her mother were having a playful argument in the kitchen when Uncle Sylvester walked in, living alone and next door, Sylvester would enter without warning, but he was such a kind and gentile man the family was always glad to see him, despite his oddness. “What’s all this then,” Sylvester said in his completely unidentifiable accent. “Uncle Sy” the women said in unison. “One at a time ladies,” said Sy, as he was called by the family, “why don’t you start Kelly.” ...

Fast Lane Bondage 3

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Fast Lane Bondage 4

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Friends

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In Wicklow Wood there is a Tree

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Joined Punishment

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On French Soil 7 - A Slave No Gentler

(story continues from On French Soil 7 - A Slave No Gentler) Chapter Eight: “Silken Dalliance in the Wardrobe Lies” Catherine D’Astier finally closed her eyes and let her tired and satiated body fall to sleep still captive within Edward’s tight bindings; her wrists cinched behind her back, her ankles bound together and that wicked length of thong that still rubbed between her still swollen petals every time she moved. The last rampage of pleasure that raged through her weakened her enough that sleep was an easy breath away, like a heavy cloud that drifted dark over herself. Catherine’s dreams crept into her mind like a poacher in the forest and were both wanton and frightening. Catherine dreamt she was Edward De Valence’s wife-servant, being there for whatever needs he desired of her. She was not just a mere wife and woman of the household, but a woman who would do anything to please her good man. They were in a castle somewhere in a dreary countryside that she imagined England would be. She watched out of the rippled-glass window as a storm thundered and the rain chattered against the panes. She was naked and bound as she stood in front of the window, her wrists manacled behind her back and her ankles cuffed also. There was cloth ball between her lips so she could not say a word to the English that was her master and lover. The window’s imperfect reflection showed to Catherine her lovely, lithe form. Her skin the color of polished ivory, her hair long and as dark as a raven’s wing; her eyes as soft and dark as a doe’s. Her breasts were not large nor small but befitted her slender form. Catherine was, she knew, a very desirable woman. Catherine saw Edward in her dream, sleeping on their bed, his broad back to her. The sounds of his sleep were familiar and comforting to her and she so longed to feel the warmth of his body next to hers but her chains prevented her from moving into the bed with him. She struggled a bit and felt the same, powerful shudder of pleasure rippling through her as another thunderclap erupted outside. Catherine knew she needed this English knight to ease her lustful thirst and she knew that if she was in bed with him, Edward could perform the blissful magic he was so good at upon her. But the chains held her before the cold window. Catherine looked in vain to try to find where the chains were bolted. They were loose about her slender ankles, their length locking her iron anklets together. She could not see her iron manacles locking her wrists behind her, only the cold feel of their metal, unyielding to her wishes. She felt as if she should be able to take small steps towards Edward’s bed, but it was as if her feet were anchored to the cold, stone floor. Catherine tried to tell Edward of her desire for him, but the gag muffled her words and did not waken her English knight. With every passing moment, her desire for him grew and she could not come to him. Another roll of thunder roared outside, the lightning flashed in the black sky. Catherine desperately searched for what kept her chained here. Her struggles became frantic and she whimpered behind her gag. She could feel the tears running down her cheek. . . “Catherine!” a gruff voice bellowed. The captive woman looked up and saw the sturdy form of her father, Phillip D’Astier, a sneer scarring his grey bearded face. In her father’s gauntleted hand, the end of her chain. In his other hand, an unsheathed sword still dripping with gore. “Come here!” he growled and yanked on her chain. A lightning flash distorted his raged face, twisting it into a gargoyle’s foul visage. Catherine shook her head and yelled “No” into her gag but nothing came out. Her terror was a better than any gag of cloth. She could feel him yanking on her chains, pulling her toward him, the metal of her cuffs growing hot and painful as she tried to get away. . . “You WILL come here, Catherine!” Phillip spat. Red ichor continued to flow from the sword, pooling on the floor like the blood of a beheaded man. Catherine tried to scream to Edward but he continued to sleep, unaware of her father and his evil intent. She thrashed and kicked and threw her head and cried great sobs as her father yanked one last time and she fell against him. His armored hands grabbing her arms violently. . . “Catherine!” he yelled. “No, no, please no father!” Catherine cried uselessly into her gag. “Catherine wake up,” a more tender voice came from above her. Catherine awoke to find she was looking into the most wonderful dark hazel eyes she had ever known, the eyes of her English knight, Edward de Valence. “You are having a dream, dear Catherine,” Edward said in Catherine’s native French tongue, “You have nothing to fear while I am here.” Edward’s large arms embraced Catherine to him and he slowly rocked his captive. Catherine wept with both pain and joy, remembering vividly her dream and now the comfort of Edward’s arms. She wanted to tell this English so much, to declare her love for him but the gag he had tied between her lips muffled and mutated her sobbing words. All she could do is cry gently into Edward’s chest. Edward held his captive; his Catherine until her tears stopped and she was limp and asleep in his arms. He could feel every breath of hers; every little movement against him. Her skin was warm and smooth to his touch as he gently ran his fingers over her hip and down her side. Edward could feel himself stirring again at the sight of this woman so much like his departed Eleanor, yet there was differences too that made this woman bound before him as heady as unwatered wine. Eleanor never was this passionate towards Edward. She cared for him and was a dutiful noblewoman but Edward knew deep inside that she did not love him. She was very beautiful and gifted woman and he was glad that he was not there when the plague took her life. He had seen too many bodies marred by the bulbous purple sores to want to imagine what Eleanor might have looked like in death. He wanted her pristine in his mind. Catherine stirred against him, turning onto her side and settling her firm buttocks against Edward’s now hardened self. There was still the smell of her passion on her and her fingers twitched a bit, tickling Edward. Margaret had left, leaving the dress she had modified for Edward. He would dress Catherine in it before he left her. It was a deep red with long sleeves that would be knotted fashionably. She had sewn the arms against the bodice and a pair of manacles in the sleeves. It would allow Edward to take her in public yet make sure she did not leave his side. She would still be a captive yet not appear to be. The only problem Edward could see was silencing her for she did have a wicked tongue at times. Edward glanced out the window. The sky was a darker shade of grey. Night would come all too soon and Edward needed to leave. The English knight was about to wake his ransom up when he had second thoughts. He wanted her to be this way when he came back in the early morning darkness. He would wake her then and enjoy her company again before dressing her. Quietly he slipped out from beside her and eased out of bed, leaving her bound and sleeping soundly. -oOo- The canon belched forth another fiery spew with loud report, bathing it’s gunners in it’s unholy light briefly before the cold darkness enshrouded them again. Richard Corfe saw his commander, Edward de Valence striding over towards him, dressed in his coat of plates and visorless sallet. “‘Tis cold as a Marches’ winter, m’lord de Valence,” Corfe said as he met Edward. “Indeed, my dear Richard,” Edward looked into the pale blue eyes of his sergeant and saw the fatigue there. He needed this man too much to kill him with the burden of these two towers, “Go rest your bones with a wench or two. You know where we are lodged at.” “Yes, m’lord,” he said tiredly. Richard knew better than to argue with Edward, “However you must know that the Earl of Dorset is amongst our works, m’lord.” “Thank you, dear Richard, now go and relieve your men also. The gunner’s that rested during daylight will take over.” Sir Thomas Beaufort, the Earl of Dorset, Edward thought to himself, a good man with a solid skill at war but the youngest son of John of Gaunt was always a cursed paycock. The Earl of Dorset was much more at home in the stone halls of the court where his armor always gleamed. Being in the field did little to his dampen his fiery temper; it only tended to fuel it. A brave man to the point of foolishness. Edward eyed to two towers whose round walls were now pitted and cracked but still held their occupants in safety. No one ventured within bow range of the towers and so far only three men had been wounded by arrows spit from them. “Pray now, de Valence, how do you plan to take these two shrews?” a stiff voice said from behind him. Edward turned around and saw Sir Thomas Beaufort standing behind him, in full plate armor polished and his colors brightly shown. “My Lord Dorset,” Edward bowed. “Those twin ladies will be hard to break,” Sir Thomas said, “I am glad you are the one that will divest those French of these towers. It will take time to repair, I fear.” “Indeed, my Lord Dorset.” “So, how now, de Valence, pray tell me how it is you will take these twin towers?” “I will first take the one on the right, My Lord. I have enough reeds and hay from the roofs of destroyed houses and from their fields that I will be able to pile it around both and set fire to it. The wet hay will burn smoky and I hope to drive the defenders out of their warren. I will continue to fire upon the one on the right, my Lord, but only those cannon I know whose aim is true. Rafts full of the tinder will drift up from behind and array the faggots and straw around the tower while the cannon keep the occupants’ eyes.” “What of the other tower?” asked Sir Beaufort. “I will silence my cannon against it and let those French within think the attack is upon them. They are weary and spirit heavy, I should think, my Lord, and the need to keep constant watch upon their tower will drain them even more. They cannot see what we do to her sister tower, my Lord.” Lord Dorset nodded, his keen eyes taking in the scene before him and imagining the results of de Valences fine work. “Continue, de Valence. The plan is sound,” he said, “use as many men as you need. I need you to break these bitches for His Majesty. He cannot plan ahead unless we know Harfleur is firmly in our grasp.” “The towers will fall, my Lord Dorset. You can tell good King Henry that he will have these towers in two days time.” “I will,” said Sir Thomas as he turned and walked away from Edward. The work had already begun on Edward’s plan of attack. Several small boats and rafts had been filled with straw an awaited Edward’s command. Soon the guns upon the left tower would be silent while the one’s on the right would continue their assault with less powder to make sure none of the men laying the hay would be killed by their own guns. The night was clear and cold, the rain having left everyone damp and of ill mood. Edward’s breath looked like a wraith in the night air. He nodded his head to his sergeant in charge of the hay and then to his man in charge of the cannon on the left. Nor more would they belch their destruction at that tower tonight. Every roar was now against the right-hand tower. A rock shot shattered against the stonework with a loud snap, like a dry bone being cracked in half. There was little for the English knight to do but watch his plan unfold. He trusted his sergeants with doing their assigned tasks and though he watched over them, he did not hover over them like a raven upon a kill. Edward drew his cloak about himself. The knight was already missing his captive Catherine. Maybe he should not have left her bound as he had, he thought to himself. She was indeed frightened by her visions and he would not be there to calm her if she had them again. He recalled how he had found her, bound and raped by three base men as a fire was beginning to sweep through the house. Catherine had wanted to die there. If Edward had not come seeking her, she would have had her wish. Edward had not really thought about that night. It seemed a lifetime away even though it had been only a day or two. He had seen other woman do similar things, sacrificing themselves to the army’s invading. Perhaps their tears had driven them mad. Edward had suddenly got tired of war. When Eleanor died, everything changed for him. He volunteered for every campaign. Life on the Scottish border helped him deal with her death with every sword thrust and spear lunge. His manor house was as feared as any and he made sure he would have his revenge upon anyone violating his stock and his wards. He inspired the men around him and they would die with him anywhere and it was these men that Edward brought with him here to France. . . The burden seemed to overwhelm him now as he stood, cloaked and alone in the cold night. The faggots and straw around the base of the tower was being piled hurriedly and soon Edward would have to give the sign to silence the guns briefly so they could finish their work. Spare nothing, he had said, pile all the straw you can and it was being heaped high. It was time. He raised is arm and dropped it. The guns fired their last shot and were silent. Hopefully, for the first few moments, the French within will think that the guns a reloading but soon the silence will let them know something was amiss. It was but a few heartbeats before the French arrows began trying to spit Edward’s men at the base of the tower. A man screamed as an arrow pierced his back and he collapsed on his bundle of straw. Another fell like a rag, limp into a pile. But the work continued. The ring around the tower grew. It was enough. Edward raised and lowered his arm twice to signal the throwing of the oil pots upon the straw. Tens of small pots arced toward the hay as the last of Edward’s men ran to their rafts or back to the guns. The pots looked like so many falling stars. Some dashed themselves against the tower in an eruption of oil and sulfur and tar. Others crack uselessly on the ground before the hay. But a few landed in the hay and spilled their fiery burden, starting the smoky pyre. The smoke began to embrace the tower in its curling, wispy fingers. Edward could picture what was happening within. The smoke would start to seep into the rooms in a slight haze that would slowly build. The guards would start to cough and gasp in the smokes stranglehold. They would seek the comfort of the open arrow loops only to find the night obscured by the foul fog of the pyre. Men would collapse, gagging like trout upon the shore. Some would die as others would feel their way down the stairs to the door to fight or surrender. This is what would happen. More hay was piled up into the fire. Edward waited, his cloak about him, thinking of his captive. -oOo- Catherine’s dream were now filled with lustful images of her coupling with her English knight as he bound her to his bed and she made no attempt to escape his ropes. She could feel his hands upon her, his touch more rough than before, roaming her body like hungry piglets upon their mother’s teats. Edward’s hands pulled at her bound ankles, loosening them in fervor. . . then the one’s around her knees. She rolled onto her back and willing parted her legs for Englishman. The knight in her dreams then pulled roughly at the thong that parted her passion slick lips. She gasped in pain as he yanked at them. . . Then Catherine awoke. A gnarled, foul-smelling man was bent over her quim, yanking at the thong and uttering curses under his breath. He was naked and troll-like and Catherine screamed into her gag. The man looked up and gave Catherine a toothy grin of yellowed teeth and said something in his guttural English tongue that Catherine did not understand. The thong’s knot parted. . . The man’s hands forced upon Catherine’s thighs, his dirty nails digging into her flesh. Again, Catherine screamed uselessly into her gag. The captive stared in horror at the man’s dwarfish cock. It was as thick and knobby as a toadstool as he grunted before Catherine’s quim. She struggled and kicked at the man. It was all he could do to hold her down. She freed her one leg. Catherine kicked the troll’s cock with all her might, smashing it. The man roared in pain and grasped his injured member, his bloodshot eyes clouded in pain and rage. . . Catherine’s heel smashed into the villains’ nose with a wet crack, causing blood to gush from it. She did not stop, kicking at the man’s face and belly again and again until he slipped off the edge of the bed. Catherine struggled to seat herself and peer over the side of her bed. The man was laying in a pile, his face a bloody ruin. She prayed that Edward would return before this man awoke. *********************End Chapter Eight******************* Additional chapters will be added as time permits. Any comments, ideas, and feelings, would be most appreciated. Please e-mail me at FESSELN1.aol.com ...

On French Soil 7 - A Slave No Gentler

(story continues from On French Soil 6 - Perfection Of A Good And Particular Mistress) Chapter Seven: “A Slave No Gentler” Sir Edward de Valence leaned over Catherine and began to unbind her ankles from the foot of the bed. Her slim legs were weak from the passionate eruptions from not a few moments ago. There was a tenderness in his touch and Catherine could see a gentleness in his hazel eyes as well. Her ankles did not keep unfettered long, however, for he tied them together again at her ankles. ...

Pearls of Wisdom

Liza looked around her home and decided everything was in order for tonight’s romantic meeting with Candace, her secret lover. Liza had been married for five years to Harold Bird, a man in his mid 30’s who worked in technical support for a local computer company. Unfortunately, Harold seemed more interested in his work than in spending time with her in any intimate way. After about eighteen months, Liza’s boredom led her to Candace, a single woman she met at a local coffee shop. ...

Pit Pony 3

(story continues from Pit Pony 2) Part 3 They spent a restless night, but for the wrong reason. At dawn, Emily lay on the mattress ineffectually trying to dislodge the many ants crawling over her body, which was difficult without the use of her hands. Eventually, she sat up and struggled to her feet. Her movements woke John, who appeared impervious to the attention of the ants. “It’s no good,” she cried, “We’ll have to find a way of stopping them before tonight.” ...

Rubber Surprise

Robert was feeling fed up. He’s already had three days of driving around trying to drum up business, With consequently two nights in mediocre hotels, and the only consolation there had been was that he was able to spend both nights totally clothed in his beloved rubber. Even when he had the anxious moment when the chambermaid, the usual elderly female, had brought morning tea which he had not ordered, and he hardly had the time to remove his latex hood before she was shuffling into the room. Now, expecting to return home, he had followed the boss’s standing instructions to telephone back to the office first, only to be told that he must make one further visit, entailing another night’s stay in the unfamiliar town. His map book showed only two hotels here. The receptionist at the first hotel shook her head. ...

Sabrina Covington

She’s that complex mix; that rare and unique combination of innocent submissiveness and in-control seductively. Sabrina Covington is the quintessential ’10,’ with all the trimmings, bells and whistles; the thirty-five-year old woman with the twenty-five-year-old body, the eleven-year-old outlook, and a brand of determination and courage rarely seen in damsels of her variety. Tall and handsome in tight-waist suits; devastating in teasing underwear, and totally awesome naked, Sabrina sticks out and into things like a symphonic harp in a room filled with kettledrums. ...

Sculptress & Art

Julie woke up, groggy and wondering where she was. The last thing she remembered, she and her roommate Kirsten had just gotten into Julie’s car to drive home from a movie, and Kirsten remarked that she smelled something funny. Now Julie was here. The room she was in was about 8 feet square, with 3 featureless walls. The fourth wall had a small niche in which was a basin about 2 feet square. Several bags of cement mix were stacked in the corner near the basin. In the center of the room was a large metal x-frame, to which Kirsten was attached, naked. ...

Sexy Robot

I hope that my first story will be enough good for publishing it. How you understood, my English isn’t the best, but all I learnt is by your stories (not so bad, isn’t it?). Sexy Robot - Part 1 She stood in front of him, completely naked. She had just finished shaving herself and now had only the hair on her head, red and curly, covering her back and her bottom. She was so proud of her hair’s length. “Ready?” Tom asked. “Yes! You know that I’m always ready for our game!” They were in the bedroom, a simply bedroom, with a large bed, a wardrobe for her and him and a big, full-length mirror in a corner. On the bed there was several rolls of silver duct tape and a large cardboard box. She had never seen the box before, but she said nothing, she was too excited by the thought of what was to come. Tom picked up a roll and approached Becky; she raised her left foot, bending the knee presenting herself to him. He began winding the tape over her skin, covering all her foot and over the ankle, he continued up her leg to her knee and then over her thigh covering her whole leg. Tom then gently began caressing the tape and her skin under the silver surface. “Too tight??” “Not at all. It’s perfect!” she smiled. ...

Summer Training 10

(story continues from Summer Training 9)_ _Continued from part 9 Chapter 10 The light rapping at the door woke Kim. In a panic, thinking that her father had caught her home and would need to be fed breakfast or worse, she threw herself out of bed and tripped over her clean clothes box before she realized she was in her friend Stephanie’s room. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8:43 in the morning. ...

Summer Training 12

(story continues from Summer Training 11)_ _Continued from part 11 Chapter 12 Jeffery awkwardly lifted his sister out of his Jeep and onto the cool cement floor of the garage. The garage door had already hummed its way shut, secreting away himself and his bound step sister from the rest of the world. Gathering her chain lead, he gave it a gentle tug and his blonde captive struggled to stand. Stephanie felt her blindfold being untied then removed. Though the adventure of being bound outside her home was arousing in many ways, the young woman was glad to be back within the safe environs of her home. ...

Summer Training 13

Continued from part 12 Chapter 13 Stephanie pretended to sleep as she lay curled up and chained in her parent’s bed. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her with black leather cuffs and her ankles were locked into a set of leather hobbles. She wore a thin leather collar to which Jeffery had fastened a very long leash. The other end was locked to the bed. The leash enabled her to go her parent’s bathroom without assistance. It would also allow her to get into the room where Kim was kept prisoner. ...

Summer Training 5

(story continues from Summer Training 4)_ _Continued from part 4 Chapter 5 Jeff sat back at his old desk in his bedroom. Nothing had really changed since he had left for college. There were still piles of books and papers with a cleared spot for his laptop. Most of the books were paperback horror novels by King and Straub with a few hardback non-fiction books as well. A collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories was on top, covered with a thin film of dust. He was seeing all this without really seeing. His mind was elsewhere. Tonight was going to be complicated and a bit dangerous, but the thrill was going to be worth it. Stephanie’s friend Kim was going to come over to do laundry, but Jeff was sure there was more to it than that. Kim had a conniving air about her this morning but Jeff really couldn’t pinpoint the reasons for it. Perhaps it was just him being paranoid. But, in his case, Jeff reasoned, paranoia was good. He had left his stepsister in the newly discovered ’dungeon’. Jeff was convinced that it was more than just a playroom for his father and stepmother Janice. There was too much security for that. He could also be wrong though. Maybe they played harder than he had first thought or they played with other people. He knew that there were clubs out there that practiced mock kidnappings for pleasure and his parents could be part of one. It would most certainly explain the amount of toys they had. He heard the bathroom door shut and the water turned on for the bath. Letting Stephanie have her freedom for awhile was a good thing. He didn’t want to have to worry about her for time. Right now, he wanted to focus on Michelle and getting her over here this evening. Jeff opened up his Dell laptop and booted up. Checking his e-mail, he saw there was a reply from Michelle. Upon opening it, all he saw was one little word: ’When’. Quickly, Jeff typed in his reply, making sure that she was to show up exactly at 5:30 or the night was off. She could wear anything she wanted but he required her to wear the collar he gave her. Jeff had plenty of other restraints he could use on her here at the house. He felt himself getting aroused just thinking of tonight. ...

Summer Training 6

(story continues from Summer Training 5)_ _Continued from part 5 Chapter 6 Michelle was mortified when the doorbell rang. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her ankles were cuffed as well. Not only was the Asian girl restrained, but she also was watching a video of herself pleasuring Jeffery’s girlfriend Stephanie all while a vibrator was humming inside of her. It was the apartment walk all over again where she was led to her apartment while bound. As she watched herself restrained on the television, she could envision what Stephanie went through. Quickly, she looked for the remote. ...

Summer Training 7

(story continues from Summer Training 6)_ _Continued from part 6 Chapter 7 Kim was flustered and fuming when she closed the door to Stephanie’s room. However, she was more pissed off with herself than with anyone else. All her life she struggled to make sure everyone knew that she wasn’t one to be messed with. From her tattoos and pierced navel to the way she talked to people, she hated looking vulnerable. She hated Jeffery more than ever now because of that. Not that he had done anything to her but now he knew something he could use against her whenever he wanted. Now, thanks to her fuck-up, Jeffery had been given a glimpse at a jagged crack in her shell. ...

Summer Training 8

(story continues from Summer Training 7)_ _Continued from part 7 Chapter 8 Jeffery found Michelle in a state, twisting and turning on his bed and trying to say something through her gag. Her nude body glistened from her efforts as she struggled in her hogtie. Jeffery quickly went over to her. “Are you alright?” Jeffery asked frantically. Michelle shook her head and continued to try to talk to him through her gag. Quickly, Jeff unfastened the straps and pulled the red ball from her mouth. ...

Summer Training 9

(story continues from Summer Training 8)_ _Continued from part 8 Chapter 9 Kim was trouble. Even though Jeff was bone tired, he needed to check on his other houseguest. He slipped into his room and pulled on a pair of boxers. He also gathered up the bag that he had used in capturing his stepsister Steph; his ‘abduction’ kit. Not that he had plans to use any of the tape and rope inside it. He just wanted to be sure he had it IF needed. ...

That's Show Business

“C’mon, Lindsay, if we don’t make it to the audition on time, we won’t have a shot at being in that new film ‘Magic Maidens of Maltoth’ that they’re getting ready to shoot at the Chillbird studios in town,” Gwen called out as she spritzed her blonde hair with yet another portion of hair spray. “Yeah, yeah, I’m just trying to figure out what to wear that will give the best impression. What do you think…. sleazy or demure?” Lindsay said holding a bright blue mini dress up to her nude body while primping before a mirror. “Well, as long as you remember that you have to show some sort of acting ability and not just flash your tits to the casting director like you did to get your last role,” Gwen said as she checked her lipstick in a nearby mirror. She walked into her bedroom and swiftly put on a blue satin pair of panties with a matching push-up bra. “Hey! It wasn’t my fault that the guy had just broken up with his wife and was looking for a little action. It’s not like we asked you to come into his office just when…. ummm….. we were being interactive…. " Lindsay murmured as she walked up and playfully slapped her friend and room mate on the ass. “If you want the job, try to keep that kind of ‘activity’ to a minimum or at least wait till the wrap party after the film is done shooting,” Gwen said as she walked back to the bathroom to put on her make-up and adjusted the straps of her bra. She then glanced at her watch and quickly put on her modest white dress with blue trim and matching shoes. “I’ll be in the car, Lindsay. You’ve got five minutes to get ready before we have to leave for the tests….! " Gwen called out before grabbing her purse and headed out the door hoping this would be great day by the time it was done….. That evening……. “I can’t believe that we were asked to come back for a second day of tests especially after you flubbed your lines at the audition,” Gwen said as she ran her hands through her hair in perplexment. “Well, don’t look at me. You were the one who knocked over the background scenery twice when you were supposed to be screaming for help from the hero of the film. Between that and the tiny errors I made, I thought we’d get shown the door in a hurry,” Lindsay said softly as she dug a bottle of mineral water out of the apartment fridge. “Yeah…. instead, the director… I think his name was John Smithee… asked us both to wait until the rest of the people trying out were done and had gone home for the day. He then walked over to us, thanked us for our patience and started reviewing the info we had listed on our resumes. Once that was done, he handed us both a couple of script pages and told us to come back in the morning to rehearse a few scenes, " Gwen said motioning towards some papers lying on a nearby coffee table. Lindsay nodded slightly as she took a drink from her bottle of water and walked over to the table in question. She picked up the papers and starting leafing through the pages, which were marked in bright colors for the different roles. After a few moments, Lindsay’s face took on a puzzled look and she paged back and forth rapidly before looking at the cover of the script intently for a few seconds. “Ummm…. I think you better have a look at the script that you were given,” Lindsay said as she handed her room mate a copy of the script. When Gwen looked at the script’s cover, she saw it was titled “LOVE IS AN ARTIFICIAL THING” and not the scifi one she was testing for. “Huh? I don’t understand…. did they give us the wrong scripts or something?” Gwen muttered as she stared at the script as if it was a foreign object. “Just a second….. I’ll call the director…” Lindsay said as she flipped open her cell phone and punched in the director’s phone number. After a couple of minutes of conversation, she turned the phone and looked at her room mate with a resigned look on her face. “Sorry to say, Gwen, that there was no mistake made in the script. It seems the director thought we were better suited for another flick he was shooting two days after finishing the one we were trying out for. According to the woman I talked to, that will be next week or the week after at the latest,” Lindsay said as she went through the script once again. “Well, that’s a bonus at least. Do you want to go over the first few pages of the script now? The director marked which lines are for each of us and it even indicates that we have a scene together,” Gwen chirped as she started scanning the pages with her finger before stopping and twitching her nose. “Are your allergies kicking up, Gwen?” Lindsay asked her room mate knowing that Gwen took medication for several types that proved to be extremely nasty in terms of reactions. “No, I don’t think so. It’s just my nose felt irritated there for a few seconds like a cloud of pollen had suddenly come in contact with it. Well, let’s get things started, shall we? According to the script, we’re intergalactic vigilantes who retrieve anything and anyone for the right price. In this first scene, the two of us are discussing our next mission…. infiltrating a planet that mimics one of Earth’s oldest customs,” Gwen said as she ran her left forefinger under her nose in contemplation. “Cool! I’ll go get those water guns we got for the beach last summer and we’ll use them as props for the scene,” Lindsay said happily as she hurried off to her bedroom closet to get the items in question. Visions of starring roles in multi million dollar movies made by famous Hollywood producers and living in mansions they only saw on TV danced in both women’s heads as they started to rehearse the opening scene of their roles. 9 days later…… ...

The Mall Adventure

(story continues from The Mall Adventure)_ The Mall Adventure- Part 2 by Scott Akins The Mall Adventure2 by Scott Akins “Well it would be a shame to waste an opportunity like this,” James thought out loud. “Opportunity?” Sammy said cocking an eyebrow at him. “Yeah. I mean I think some more play time is in order here,” James said with a smile not sure how that idea would be received. “No way.” Sammy said immediately. She didn’t like the sound of that at all. ...

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The Mall Adventure by Scott Akins The Mall Adventure by Scott Akins Jenni and Sammy had been life long friends and often shared the same interests. A new one that was developing within both of them was bondage. They had discovered it on the Internet one night and got to talking to one another about it. They both found that each had thought about it a little but had never tried it. That changed over the following months as they started to experiment with bondage on each other. Looking at websites for ideas and taking turns tying and gagging each other in various positions. They also had almost maxed out a credit card each in building a toy box involving their new interest. ...

The Perils of Pauline 2: Married Bliss Part 3

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The Summer Project 19

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 18)_ Part 19 With each forkful of the Denver omelet, Michelle kept hearing the word ‘punishment’ echoing through her head. This was the first time she had transgressed what was expected of her during her weekend stay. She vaguely remembered something about being punished for cumming without permission on the recording, but given what Stephanie’s tongue was doing at the time, it was hard to recall anything past her orgasm. ...

The Summer Project 20

(story continues from The Summer Project 19)_ Part 20 Michelle concentrated upon the lesson at hand, listening to Jeff’s voice instruct her in how to obey when his riding crop touched certain places on her. As she listened, she realized that Jeff wouldn’t have to say a word; everything that was required of a slave could be signaled by the use of the crop. The Chinese girl also realized that the depth at which Jeff and his girlfriend Stephanie’s shared fantasy went and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to go there. The fantasy of being tied up and used by another and learning to become a slave to that person were two different things in her mind. ...

The Summer Project 21

(story continues from The Summer Project 20)_ Part 21 “What a fucking mess,” Kim said to herself as she looked in her rearview mirror at her own disheveled face. Kim didn’t know what to do. Her parents had a major blow-out featuring cops and everything, including some fucking camera crew covering the whole damn mess. Her mom was now in jail for smacking her dad several times with an iron skillet and her dad was now nursing his wounded pride with tequila and scotch and curses. There was no fucking way she was going back in there without an armed escort so she had decided to spend last night in her car. Now she had to be at work in about an hour and she looked like shit. ...

The Summer Project Part 15

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 14)_ Part 15 Jeff found it a bit strange to be going through his stepmother’s lingerie, but he had little choice in the matter. Stephanie, his stepsister, had little in the way of sexy outfits other that some lacy thongs and bright red teddy that would not do for what Jeff wanted. What he wanted was some sort of corset for Stephanie to wear when Michelle came over tonight. ...

The Summer Project Part 16

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 15)_ Part 16 Stephanie lay on her side in the after-burn of her orgasm. Her head was still covered in the latex hood and a ballgag was still fastened tightly in her mouth. She had gotten used to the leather sheath encasing her arms as well as the collar around her neck. Her ankles and legs were bound together and the vibrator that had been eased into her hours ago was still humming; keeping her on edge. The corset was the only new twist in her wardrobe of leather and chains and she half wondered what color it was. ...

The Summer Project Part 17

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 16)_ Part 17 There was something not quite right about Stephanie’s dream. She was in an ancient castle room lit by sputtering torches. It was dark and dank and shadows clung like black spider webs to the stonework all around her. Somewhere in that blackness something was watching her but she couldn’t make out what it was. Then something shuffled in the shadows. She tried to move; escape, but it was if she was encased in concrete. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. ...

The Summer Project Part 18

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 17)_ Part 18 Michelle’s orgasm had left her happily drained and she smiled around her red ballgag when Jeff eased her over onto the couch. The oriental girl was still a bit shocked when Jeff had used the riding crop on Stephanie, but she imagined that it was all part of the fantasy Stephanie and Jeff were living out. The metallic voice thing was scary as well, but she thought that it probably just fuelled the fires of the blonde’s imagination as well, making her captivity that much more exciting. In many ways, Michelle envied the other girl’s sexual incarceration. ...

The Web They Weaved

Helen felt as if there was a storm of butterflies inside of her as she drove to her sister Ellen’s house. She had felt this way all morning as she showered and dressed and packed a few intimate things for today’s adventure. She felt this way every time her and her twin sister got together for their little bondage games. It was something she had stumbled into. One day, Helen came over to her sister’s place earlier than she had planned and found Ellen naked on the bed, bound and gagged, in the middle of a self-bondage session. After untying her, a somewhat embarrassed Ellen explained the joys of bondage and how she could NEVER tell her husband about it for fear of what he might think of her. ...

The Women of Latex Hills 3

(story continues from The Women of Latex Hills 2)_ 3. Tina’s First Time Vanessa looked at Tanya. “After that night, me and Penelope didn’t care for explanations. So that’s how we became lovedolls” she told Tanya. A knock came at the door, Melody stood up to answer. Vanessa played with her immobile lover’s toys to please her a bit. “Tanya, this is Jeremy, Tina’s husband” Melody presented him. He looked into the living room. ...

Vore-Acious Appetite

Do not use without the author’s permission. “Whoa!” At Master’s command, the two ponygirls skidded to a halt in front of a small cabin just off the park trail. A sign out front indicated that it had male and female restrooms. “Man, I gotta take a wicked dump!” Master jumped out of the cart and crouched down in front of the panting women, using short chains with clips to quickly hobble each girl’s ankles together. ...

Wrath 1

Chapter 1 ‘O-T-H-E-L-L-O’ Rachel penciled in another answer to her crossword puzzle. Right now she should have been enjoying the company of her husband, sharing breakfast and fighting over who would read the morning comics first. This was to be their first morning of a full week off for them just to enjoy themselves for once. A week of just selfishness between her and Bill. However, some emergency came up at Bill’s law firm and he had to take a flight to Pittsburgh, leaving her alone with a week of nothing planed and nothing to do. Just then, the phone rang. ...

Wrath 2

(story continues from Wrath 1) Chapter 2 The vibrator hummed within Rachel as she leaned forward, her hands taped behind her back. She could smell her friend Cindy’s arousal; Rachel’s nose was mere inches from her friends’ pussy. Rachel could feel Cindy grind her hips against the chain that held Rachel down. Even blindfolded, Rachel knew that the chain that ran from her collared neck was somehow lasciviously connected to her blonde friend’s slit. ...

Wrath 3

(story continues from Wrath 2) Chapter 3 The stranger’s words kept echoing in Cindy’s ears. Word’s such as ‘cattle-prod’ and ‘whip’. Already her nipples were sore from this stranger’s torment and she could more than imagine the amount of pain this man could inflict. Cindy did not want to find out any more than she already had. With some effort, the bound blonde slowly began to inch her way across the living room carpet hogtied and whimpering in tears. ...

Wrath 4

(story continues from Wrath 3) Chapter 4 The intruder looked down at his two bound lovelies and grinned. This weekend was going to be better than he had anticipated, but it was going to take a few more days to get the women ready for his client. After the girls had their lunch, he was going to have to call his client and let him know what was going on and what few changes might have to be made to their plans. ...