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Toxoplasmosis

Sun, 25 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3

Now that Sam’s “needs” had come back, we made the most of it. From that first night she’d gotten herself bound up in her new rubber catsuit, she had been insatiable.

She’d slept tightly bound in rubber and trash bags that first night, and then stayed in most of the next morning. I’d taken her hood off and given her some water and a bite to eat, but then I gave her a choice, she could either get out and take a break until tomorrow, or she could stay my trash girl for the rest of the day.

Toxoplasmosis

Sun, 14 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

“Hey babe?” I heard Sam’s voice echo down the hallway.

“Yeah?” I called back, and when she didn’t answer, got up from my computer and walked down towards the bedroom where she was calling me from.

“So… don’t be mad,” I heard Samantha say in a meek voice

As I walked in, I saw why.

Sam was sitting in the closet, completely clad in her new black rubber catsuit up to her neck, with a black plastic bag gathered up around her. Her arms were crossed up close to her neck, with leather cuffs locked to a ring on her collar.

Toxoplasmosis

Sun, 17 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000

By the 3rd time, I’d realized there was a trend starting… But I suppose I should start at the beginning.

My fetishes had always run on the strange side, still “reddit normal” I guess, but not the sort of thing that the average romance novel was about. Rubber and bondage sure, but with a flair for total enclosure and a bunch of flavors of objectification like forniphilia (that one where you’re turned into / treated like furniture, Gord was a mad genius). Way deep down, I had a mild obsession with trash play, which is exactly what it sounds like, being bagged up and tossed aside. I knew it was weird, and while I wasn’t against getting messy, I wasn’t really into the gross/dangerous stuff, so I didn’t really look to make it more than a fantasy and a bit of solo-play here and there.

Winter Maid

Sun, 26 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter one_

### Chapter 2 - A Rubbery Maid

“NO! You show me how to use it… I don’t trust you!”

“Haha! Mia, I’m just trying to help you.”

My little experience with the SusceptGear yesterday left both Brian and me excited about the prospects. This morning, while I was sitting on his lap, he was showing me the software I needed to program the hypno-device. From what I saw so far, the possibilities were endless.

Winter Maid

Tue, 16 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The First Snowflakes

I could have asked him many times to move back, but I didn’t want to. I understood his point; he was born here, and it was a big part of who he was. That was valid. The last thing I wanted him to do was to change because of me. It was our joint decision to live here together, and I accepted it. On my side, yes, I did it in the name of love, but it was not an obligation. I knew what I was getting myself into… Kind of.

Total Control

Sat, 16 Nov 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Pain.

It’s God’s way of letting you know you are alive.

Or so her pastor said.

Helen was in pain every day. So God must really love her.

Yeah right.

Her life was normal until some rich kid t-boned her in his Porsche on the way to prom. She spent her graduation day in traction.

If she had not been driving her uncle’s 78 bronco. Old Blue. She be dead.

Becoming a robot... at last!

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

Woman to Robot TF

He looked over at the young lady laying on the couch trying to remain calm, but clearly distressed at where she had been sent by ‘friends’ in an attempt to sort out her ‘strange desire’ in life. A curvy, blue eyed blonde who was pretty enough to attract admirers even in her forties, without being stunningly beautiful, but who seemed to put off potential suitors of both sexes with this strange desire of hers to be controlled in a very extreme way. Something he really couldn’t understand if he was being honest, but…. Still he was being well paid for these sessions by her friends, so maybe he should get started.

Becoming a robot... at last!

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

Woman to Robot TF

Another day of filming...?

Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(As far as I know there is no adult channel that goes as far as having its actresses giving blow jobs during a programme. So that part at least is pure fantasy, but I just felt it would work for the story. I hope no one minds.)

Stephanie Willis climbed out of her car, having arrived for her last days work at the studio as ‘Robot Girl’ in the adult TV series of the same name. She’d played the role now for almost 4 years and had reached the point where she was afraid of being typecast, so she’d handed in her notice, and ‘hinted’ through the media that she’d like to try something different.

Another day of filming...?

Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Dolly Mommy

Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

“Now, I want to make sure I understand your request, Mr. Roberts…” The contract consultant sat behind the desk going over the application again.

“I’m sure you do.” The other man sat with his legs crossed, a confident look on his face. It was a face that indicated it was used to getting what it wanted. He wasn’t much older that the consultant, he thought to himself; it’s amazing how a job like his drained a person, made them tired, feel so old…

Another day at the ‘Office’

Fri, 29 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

A woman who works at a telephone sex line is transformed into the character she plays.

It had been a fairly quiet morning if she was being honest, though even then, she’d roleplayed a few of the ‘characters’ they were employed to provide as a service, and to be honest Stephanie found it all quite a giggle. Especially considering that the ‘Adult Playthings’ hotline was supposed to be all sorts of sexy young girls answering calls as a strict Mistress, or a sexy young schoolgirl, or a similar type, when most of the operatives were well over 30, and a few, like herself wouldn’t even see 40 again!

How may I serve you?

Sat, 23 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Man ! She was fuming, she threw her mask at me and just went upstairs, I had to sleep on the couch !" Steve said, twisting his glass.

“Watch out when she’s angry Steve, she’s a real fire-breather when she’s pissed.” Arnie said, looking at Steves’ sour face.

“Look I just thought she liked playing Slave-Bot.” He said defensively.

“Not every waking hour of the day, Steve.” Arnie just chuckled. “Would you like that yourself ?”

How may I serve you?

Sat, 23 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Man ! She was fuming, she threw her mask at me and just went upstairs, I had to sleep on the couch !" Steve said, twisting his glass.

“Watch out when she’s angry Steve, she’s a real fire-breather when she’s pissed.” Arnie said, looking at Steves’ sour face.

“Look I just thought she liked playing Slave-Bot.” He said defensively.

“Not every waking hour of the day, Steve.” Arnie just chuckled. “Would you like that yourself ?”

Slave Bot

Sat, 23 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Woman to Robot TF

Sihaya awoke with the dawn and rose from her simple futon. She opened the window of her simple room and let the morning sun shine through the bars. She inhaled deeply, as if she were filling her lungs with the sunlight as well as the fresh air. She let the bright day wash over her naked breasts and warm her. A few more deep breaths, and she turned away to face the room. She quickly folded up her simple futon and rolled it into the corner. Clearing the floor, she began her morning excercises. Bend and stretch, “reach for the stars…” she sang to herself, still remembering the song from her childhood. She worked herself into a happy sweat, warming up her lean muscles and invigorating her soul. She patted herself off with a nearby towel and turned towards the door. She opened the small viewport and looked into the hall. Two faces looked back at her. She smiled.

Slave Bot

Sat, 23 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Woman to Robot TF

The Perfect Pony 4: Rainbow’s End

Thu, 21 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Perfect Pony 3: Lady Rachel’s farm)

Part 4: Rainbow’s End

Rainbow was in great demand as a stud. Besides the contract from Lady Rachel, Kenneth had his pony booked at least twice, and sometimes even three times a month for three straight years. The second mating with the Amazon resulted in twin colts, “Rachel’s Quick-Stepper”’ and “Rachel’s Hi-Stepper”. The third mating produced another filly. However, there were no subsequent matings. Lady Rachel was satisfied with four children to raise. After “Rachel’s Rosebud” was born, the Amazon was sold off as a brood mare.

Weekend Surprise

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

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

After Hours

Mon, 04 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Based on the Deviantart post by Talljake http://talljake.deviantart.com/art/After-Hours-568629294

He didn’t think she was onto him. He was wrong.

It had started out innocently enough. A day trip into the village to look around. That’s all it was. He hadn’t gone there looking for a woman. He just happened to notice the cute little book store and thought he’d have a look around. That’s when he spotted her, descending a rolling ladder from a high shelf.

Married to the Maid

Tue, 22 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Gromet says: Would love to be Sierra/maid…

“I want the maids in the house,” I remember telling my husband. Sean had again been flirting with them, and even though he knew I would throw a fit, he still asked if we should get rid of them. “They keep this giant mansion clean, because I know I don’t want to do it.” He agreed, apologized for groping the android maid, and then made me sing 3 times in bed that night as an “I’m sorry, Sierra.” I was still kind of mad, but not really.

Married to the Maid

Tue, 22 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Gromet says: Would love to be Sierra/maid…

Janice's NippleMont

Sun, 02 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Janice couldn’t understand why this was happening.

She stood in front of the mirror in the ladies’ washroom. Everything seemed normal. Her long, flowing alburn hair was in place, its tresses resting against her shoulders.

Her makeup, minimalistic as it was, highlighted her pale, traditional redheaded skin with mild freckling. A small amount of eye liner, and lush, red coloured lips.

Her light green, pullover stretch dress, hose and heels were all in place… and, they augmented her reasonable, and well placed curves nicely yet in a muted, business friendly fashion. And while her chest wasn’t the largest out there, her breasts were just enough to keep a man interested. Yet, that was part of the problem.

The Abduction 2

Thu, 04 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Abduction)

Part Two

Shelly awoke again in complete darkness, immobility and silence. Was it just her, or was she getting used to this? She lay there in the darkness assessing what she had learned so far. She had been taken aboard an actual alien spacecraft, held against her will by some mental control they were using to completely immobilize her. She was being given fluids and nutrients from an I.V. in her leg, and any body waste was being taken care of by micro-biotic creatures that had been implanted in her body. It was very odd that she had adjusted to these things now almost as if they were normal. Maybe they controlled her in that way also, making it all seems normal.

Time Flies

Sat, 29 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Ed: We’d been into bondage for a long time, since the start of our relationship. And it wasn’t long before bondage was more than just part of sex play. The evenings and weekends would see Sue restrained one way or another - sometimes simply a pair of handcuffs, other times a full hogtie and harness gag.

Sue: Finding someone to share my fantasies with was as much a relief as it was excitement. Years of secret thoughts and clumsy, awkward scenes fell away when we met. Not that is happened right away, it took time to build trust and experience for both of us, but we understood each other.

Xia's Pony

Thu, 27 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Tired to numbness and buzzed from too many shots, Kim walked out of the bar and onto the streets of the city. The sunlight flickered then went out, plunging the city into the eerie twilight of neon and streetlights. She decided to take the long way home, the new way she’d found while looking for a new Chinese restaurant. The old Red Light district was now safe territory thanks to urban renewal. Mom wouldn’t approve, but Kim was too tired to worry about it. Besides, she had her mace.

Xia's Pony

Thu, 27 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Two Schauerkappe Weddings

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

In the story “Schauerkappe” the narrator described how, through a series of errors, he had become Marla Schauerkappe’s plastic prisoner, had been turned into an inflatable woman by Marla’s teenaged son Dale, and made pregnant with a raincoat, and then, after giving birth to the new raincoat and discovering that Marla and her husband Beaubeau had captured themselves a new pair of inflated plastic prisoners, was scheduled to be married to Dale. This is how the wedding went.

Reunion Awry

Sun, 05 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

“You’re in number 12. All the way at the end.” The uniformed man on the flight line waved Jim toward a waiting aircraft at the far end of the row. Jim made his way toward number 12, winding through knots of people and individuals, all as lost as he was. Half remembered faces smiled or frowned at him, maybe struggling to remember his name.

A line of VTOL aircraft, stinking pavement, barked orders, and vaguely familiar people were not part of his ideal tenth high school reunion. Of course, nothing was normal where Colliersburg was concerned.

His Trip

Mon, 14 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Ever since Lisa and John married several years ago Lisa has been locked securely in her chastity belt and steel collar. Each has improved over the years until now Lisa’s belt and collar is custom made from stainless steel. The attached thigh cuffs and belt fit her perfectly maintaining complete security from any probing items that might try and penetrate it. When John has to travel for his job he leaves her locked in her steel sometimes adding a chain from her collar to belt in both front and back just to add to her frustrations. The chain makes bending even more difficult than with just the wider than normal waist strap of the chastity belt forcing Lisa to have to use her knees instead of bending at the waist.

In the Name of Science

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

“Comfy”

“mmupf errg”

“Good”

Jenna was anything but ‘comfy’.

Pete said he could do things to people or more accurately, to her. That no one else could do. She stood on a small platform in a darken room. Like a statue on display. He had her in a very tight corset that pushed her breast beyond what she thought was normal. Then he had her in put on a pair ballet boots. These shoes where not made for the ballet. They forced her to stand on tiptoe. The boots went all the way up to her thigh.

Return Of Ankhesenamun 3: Ankhesenamun's Slave

Fri, 19 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from Part Two

Part 3: Ankhesenamun’s Slave

Kendell glanced around herself despondently. Only yesterday, she’d rushed into this apartment. She’d been trying to save Gina, her friend, from the curse of Ankhesenamun, an ancient Egyptian priestess. Instead, she’d found Gina’s body already possessed by Ankhesenamun spirit. She, herself, had quickly found herself enslaved by Ankhesenamun’s powers, unable to refuse any command, including the latest one, to remain in this apartment until Ankhesenamun’s return.

A Dolly's Transformation

Wed, 03 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000

2075; the dawning of the nanotechnology era. The Human race could now harness microscopic technology to do their bidding. Doctors used it to cure cancer and heal life-threatening injuries, plastic surgeons used it to offer scalpel-free cosmetic alterations. But with this great power also came those who seek to use it for their own nefarious purpose.

Justin, a Nanotech programmer, had been fired several years ago for “workplace misconduct”. In his opinion, if the boss’s wife wanted it up the ass in the copy room there was not much you could do besides obey. Since then he had found a much more lucrative source of income.

Return Of Ankhesenamun 2: Handmaidens

Sun, 24 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from Part One

Part 2: Handmaidens

Kendell slammed the phone down with a muttered curse. Damn airlines! And damn the chronic instability of the area! She’d tried every available airline, and not one could sell her a direct ticket home. Nothing, it seemed, was flying in or out.

Silently, she stared at the phone. What was it the man in her dream said? Someone she knew well taking Ankhesenamun’s place? Her face paled. Gina! She had to get home, no matter what!

A Gift and an Old Flame

Mon, 18 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000

My wife and I were coming upon our 5th wedding anniversary and she was making a big deal of doing something special for our anniversary. A week before our anniversary she told me she had to go on a business trip but would be back in time for our anniversary. This was nothing unusual so I wished her a safe trip and anticipated being a bachelor for a week.

Our anniversary rolled around and Holly was not back yet. I was starting to get worried more and more as the day went on. I was pretty much built up to a fever pitch when the UPS man delivered a package to the house. After I signed for the package I sat down in the living room to see what it was. The package was about 15 inches long, 10 inches wide and about 4 inches deep. It was from a business named Sebastian’s out in California. Intrigued, I tore the shipping paper off the box and saw an envelope taped to the outside of the box with my name on it. I opened the envelope and read what was inside.

From Lab Rat to Slave 8

Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part seven

Chapter Eight

I was practically hanging by my head with liquid and nourishment being fed through the tube, enemas forced every so often how long in between was impossible to know and bladder being automatically relieved. It was becoming evident that I was being stored.

There was a catch to my suffering storage, every movement in my rectum with the enema butt and the tube movement in my pee hole and even the forced enemas, produced an incredible orgasmic experience that I am sure the pain inflictors had no knowledge of.

Beta 3: Belladonna Sciori

Tue, 28 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Beta 2: Spencer)

Part 3: Belladonna Sciori

“What you’re proposing is treason, don’t you realize that?”

Seated to one side of the large table, Bella watched quietly as Spencer considered his reply. As she waited for him to speak, she thought about the path that had brought them here.

They had spent, altogether, five days at Spencer’s cabin, resting and preparing themselves for the first step in his grand plan. After leaving, they had spent the next month and a half moving from town to town within the province. At each town, Spencer had spoken with the leaders, directing each to meet here.

Training Collar

Wed, 27 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Sarah. This started off to be the account of my friend, Tish, who is married to another friend of mine, John. It turns out I was going to end up involved in the story too, in a big way. Tish and John had been married for five years and it was going okay. You see, when John met and fell in love with Tish, she was a pretty free spirit. She was pretty open-minded, and John was sure that she would delight in discovering all the joys of bdsm and fetish that he enjoyed so much.

The Building

Fri, 30 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000

The building broods where the cloverleaf junction meets the railway tracks, squat and massive, dominating the crossroads. Its position no coincidence, at the conflux of concrete and steel, where the ghosts of murderers cannot find their way back to take their revenge.

Up where the warehouses cower beneath screaming graffiti and vast pillars carry the arcs of the highway far overhead, where waste-grounds of abandoned development projects give way to weeds and squatter camps, the building hefts and spreads its tentacles.

The Hypno-Seduction of Lana

Fri, 31 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000

I was walking back to my desk with my lunch and I saw her in the courtyard eating lunch at one of the picnic tables, uncharacteristically alone. She is a petite girl in her twenties who had immigrated to the US from one of the countries reborn from the former Soviet Union. She has a warm personality and a beautiful body, especially her ass and legs. Well I couldn’t pass up this chance.

The Cocoon

Tue, 30 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000

It was the beginning of summer, and Ilia was watching through her window, anxiously waiting for her package to arrive. It had all started about 6 months ago, you see, Ilia had a Bondage fetish, she loved everything about being wrapped up in leather, latex or even just bound by ropes, sadly she had yet to find someone that shared her entusiasm for it, so she lived alone in the house her parents left to her before they passed away. It was a nice house in the suburbs, the neighbors were really quiet and never actually made contact with her, she thought maybe they had something against her, since she worked as an ´entertainer´ at a club downtown, since she looked amazing, (having blonde hair and DD cups, accompanied by a very well endowed ass) and the people in the suburbs don´t really find those acts very… elegant.

Jane Times Five 2: Plus One

Sun, 17 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jane Times Five)

Part 2: Plus One

“Is it ready yet?”

“No, not yet, but Jane says it’s getting close. Just be patient.”

“This waiting is killing me.”

Except for the color and style of their hair, the three women standing by the door were identical to each other. They were, in fact, clones, three of four created by gifted scientist Jane Morris to help with her work. Physically, mentally, they were exact copies. There were, however some differences, other than the obvious hair color.

Transformation of Julie 2

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

story continued from part one

Part 2

Julie started to slowly wake up. She was very relaxed, like she had gotten a long, hard sleep in. Then Julie’s brain started to click. This was not her bed, and there was somebody lying next to her. She flew out of bed. Julie could not turn her head at all. She tried to yell out, but her mouth was filled with some sort of full mouth gag. Julie stumbled as her feet hit the floor.

My Pet Story

Tue, 30 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000

I awoke this morning with a smile on my face. My pet was lying next to me in the bed. It was awake. There was a vacant look on it’s face, staring off into space. There was little it could do, since the chain attached to it’s collar was keeping it there. And, with the arms removed, there was little it could do to get out of the situation. I was smiling because life was so much better for me now since the unexpected lottery win. But who would expect winning $185 million?

SRU: An Exciting Present 3: A Downward Slope

Mon, 29 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from SRU: An Exciting Present 2: Consequences)

Part Three

Chapter 5: A Downward Slope

Gina grabbed one of her favorite leggings – a black, fake leather one, an expensive import from Australia. It was so smooth, both inside and out, and had a shine that easily changed her looks from the 8 or 9 she already was to a 12 … hot ass, long toned legs, combine that with patent leather high heels – a killer combination. And with her new specially “tanned” leg, she didn’t even need to put on a panty hose or stockings anymore. A big plus. Sitting on the bed, she slowly put one foot into the waiting sheath of the leggings. There it was, the static electricity, not in the leggings, it originated in her leg. Carefully, inch by inch, she pulled the leggings higher, savoring the increase of the static she felt in her leg. By the time she reached her knee, it already had branched all the way up, charging her pussy with an incredible load of energy.

SRU: An Exciting Present 3: A Downward Slope

Mon, 29 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from SRU: An Exciting Present 2: Consequences)

Part Three

Chapter 5: A Downward Slope

The Secret Book of Spells

Mon, 29 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000

A young man finds a special book at an auction. Would you bid everything you had for the contents of a sealed locker? If you did, what would be the results?

* * * * * * * * * * * *

“Sold to number 24!” screamed the auctioneer.

I couldn’t believe I did it. I just paid $2,730 for the contents of a storage locker, sight unseen. I have an absolute maximum of $800 that I will bid for the rights to an unclaimed locker. I have bought dozens of lockers at auction and never paid more that $800 for any of them– ever. But for some reason I had bid $2,730 for this one.

My Butler James 8: Jessica's Worst Enemy

Tue, 16 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from My Butler James 7: Jessica’s Play Toy)

Part 8: Jessica’s Worst Enemy

I was an absolute mess by the time my Ms. Jessica and her droid had finished with me, and she only stopped her prolonged torture when I lost my bladder all over the walkway next to the pool. That was hugely embarrassing but well out of my control, and I would still have to say that our second engagement could be considered a draw, as we hurt each other somewhat equally depending on one’s point of view. The watching men also at some point realizing that this wasn’t as “fun” for me as I originally pretended it was…

Schauerkappe

Wed, 03 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000

I am supposed to be Marla Schauerkappe’s plastic prisoner. And even that’s a mistake. I had originally been captured for the pleasure of Marla’s husband Beaubeau.

It was a rainy day and I had to go out on some minor errand. I put on my raincoat and went on my way. That’s what got me in trouble. My raincoat is a woman’s raincoat made of soft, skin-smooth, semi-transparent light-blue plastic closed with thumbnail-sized patches of magnetized rubber, each surrounded by a quarter-inch aureole of welded plastic. To make matters worse, I needed a haircut: my hair puffed out the raincoat’s pixie-style hood. So it was kind of understandable that Beaubeau would mistake me for a woman.

Voyage of Submission

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

I was 24 years old, with a 2 year failed marriage because of premature ejaculation. A friend’s yacht turned me into a latex gay submissive.

Chapter 1

After my divorce, I was very skeptical of having sex with woman, because I was afraid of not being able to perform properly and be shamed into acquiring a reputation of sexual inadequate. I spent the next 2 years alone, masturbating, going to xx book stores and putting a front to friends but, when it came to going to bed with someone, I always found an excuse to cancel. I needed release of some kind and started going to video booths with the glory holes for such. For some reason the idea of putting a dick in my mouth and sucking it, started to appeal to me and I also started playing with my nipples and imagining being penetrated analy. But my principals did not permit such deviations from my born gender. It had to stay as my private secret. I was a dental technician and enjoyed having a couple of beers at a local lounge near my apartment complex. One Friday night, the lounge was busier than usual and a guy in his fifties started a very friendly conversation and for some reason we became very friendly quickly. I bought a few rounds, and then he insisted in buying for the rest of the night.

Distribution Curve

Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000

The net said a storm was coming. No panic, a storm was always coming. It would be hours before it hit. Plenty of time to finish the job. A reminder about the time and date of the meeting flicked across her vision. Month 10, Day 31. Something familiar? Maybe some famous historical date. Disinterested, she suppressed the overview. There were more important things to worry about.

Hannelore felt as if she was being watched. The city streets up here were near empty in the dark. Hell, they were deserted any time of day. Abandoned would be a better way of putting it. Only the rich could risk it out where they could be seen, despite the darkness, protected by their drones and their privacy screens from being picked off by slavers or organ looters.

The Gardeners

Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000

The seeds arrived in an ordinary padded envelope. Debbie poured them out onto the kitchen table. She counted them: a dozen, no, only eight, dark green beans. “I’ve been stiffed. There were supposed to be twelve,” she said.

Elizabeth sighed. “How much did you pay for this junk, anyway?”

Debbie furrowed her brow and squeezed her lips tight together, peering angrily at the beans as if she could will another four into existence. She snatched up the envelope and peered inside it. “Lizzie, Lizzie? What do you mean pay? I got them from Kevin. I didn’t pay him anything.”

Housewives New Hobby

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

Warning: this story is intended for Adults only and should not be read by persons under eighteen years of age or the age of consent in whatever state or country you reside in. This story contains extremely graphic depictions of alternative sexualities including aspects of; Rubber fetish, vaginal, oral and anal sex, B&D, S&M, power exchange and homosexuality (ff, mm, group sex Ect.) and should not be construed to be anything other than a work of fiction. I.E. don’t try this at home folks! Warning: this story and characters and storyline are copyrighted by the author and should not be used without the authors consent. Feedback is always appreciated.

Room: 1

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

story continued from Four Prison Cells

One week after nightmarish events of Four prison cells. And the girls needed to be moved away from the city of Oxford and to a new location. The police had stepped up the investigation to find them, now all four had gone missing. The police had even asked the media for help in the search. The girls needed to be taken to location B which was an old farmhouse in the sticks. Miles from anything and completely cut off from the outside world. He would also need to remove of the equipment and other evidence from the factory.

Hero and Villain

Mon, 11 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

She could not move. She wanted to. But could not.

The blindfold and muzzle. The tightness of the mummy like bag that held her limbs. All suppressed her desire to be free.

A light came on seeping through the blindfold.

“Good morning Ms. Lake.” said a voice she despised. Simon. Cerebral Simon.

“MffT”

“Yes. I Know. But you are recovering. Well some say it is recovering. Your hate of me is the last shred of defenses you have left. In fact I wanted to start the day a little early.”

Ministry of Bondage

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

Nobody was really sure how it had happened, but, a former professional dominatrix had been elected as the Prime Minister. Foul play was suspected but, never proven. There was an initial outcry and protests were held all over the country, but, it soon became clear that she was actually doing a decent job and so the protests ran out of steam and those who had voiced their discontent turned their attentions to more pressing matters.

The Toy

Wed, 18 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Rebecca was horny. There was no talking around it, and, if someone had asked her, she would probably have admitted it, too. She had been squirming in her chair at the office all afternoon, despite the frantic pace at which things were going on around her. Ever since she had literally bumped into that guy while she was running some errands during her lunch break, she had felt it. He had a lot of the attributes that she really liked in a man, and feeling him so close against her, if only for seconds, had set her off.

The Mime In The Box

Fri, 25 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Charlie was on his usual jog through the park and decided to try out a new trail. It was one that he hadn’t noticed before. It seemed to go deep into the woods, an area he explored before. Eventually, he came upon a clearing. To his surprise, there was a young woman in a mime costume. She had platinum blonde hair, pale white skin, and bright red lips. She was wearing a tight black unitard, black tennis shoes, white gloves, and a black beret. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

Wrong Target

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

Frederick leaned back with a thoughtful frown. Not too shabby, he thought. I may have to keep this one for a while.

Casually, he checked the ropes binding the woman’s ankles to the rear legs of his armchair. More ropes stretched from her wrists to the chair’s front legs, holding her bent across the chair’s back. Duct tape covered the woman’s mouth, while a cheap looking sleep mask covered her eyes.

Neighborly Love

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

Rain always put the damn cable on the fritz. ‘Ironic,’ thought Liz as she sighed and selected the recorded programs menu. ‘Works perfectly when you want to be outside.’ She hoped it would be working before “Grey’s Anatomy” came on. She flipped through the screens and settled on a Lifetime movie she’d recorded. The commercial looked good. It looked romantic, unlike her life. Not that she should knock her husband or her kids. Just sometimes, it was, well, boring. *knock* *knock* Liz turned to the door and sighed. It was Girl Scout Cookie season and the every girl in the neighborhood would stop by her place, knowing she was an easy target. Resistance of Thin Mints and Peanut Butter Patties was futile. Liz pulled herself out of the sofa and wandered toward the door. ‘It better not be Jean.’ Liz’s neighbor Jean found so many excuses during the day to stop by. Liz wasn’t sure she could take that now. If she didn’t know better, she’d thing Jean was hitting on her. ‘Maybe it’s a some hunk come to sweep me off my feet.’ Liz felt a little tingly thrill. ‘Better not keep him waiting!’ She grabbed her wallet off of the foyer table and yanked the door open, fully expecting a a little trooper. “Hi…” Liz stopped. The girl was taller and more developed than the average Scout. The uniform wasn’t motherly either. Black leather and high heeled, calf-length boots weren’t the typical soccer-mom look. “Hi, ma’am, I was looking for Elizabeth McBride?” The woman smiled brightly, like she was about to ask how Liz felt about school funding or saving owls three states over. “Sorry, don’t want any…” Liz pushed the door to close it. Some of her friends had mentioned lingerie parties, which she wouldn’t be caught dead at. That kind of thing was private and embarrassing. Did they go door to door now? The woman put her hand out. “Elizabeth? Great!” She barged past a shocked Liz. “I have such wonderful things to show you!” The woman strode into the living room and placed her bag on the coffee table. “I, uh…” Liz stepped towards the woman. “Um, please, I don’t really…” “Here’s our latest product, the Doll Maker.” The woman held up a large piece of latex. “It’s a favorite. Why don’t you try it on?” She sniffed gently along an arm. “Smells like chocolate and mint.” Liz’s mouth dropped open. She and her husband were certainly not… not… deviants. Only seriously bent people would even consider wearing something like that. It was all… shiny, slick, confining. Liz backed up to the stairs. “You need to leave.” She looked directly at the woman. “Now!” The woman gazed back. “It won’t hurt to try.” She closed with Liz. “Will it?” She ran the fabric through her fingers. “I know you don’t want to be naughty.” She smiled again. “But we’re just trying new things here, and being a little naughty can be fun sometimes.” She beckoned to Liz. “Come over here and add some spice to your life. You might enjoy it.” Liz caught her breath. This was too strange to be believed. When did Girl Scouts start selling club clothes? Why did the room smell like chocolate and mint? “Is this the Thin Mints special? All minty chocolate goodness?” Liz said. ‘Where did that come from?’ Liz shook her head. “OK, enough. Please leave my home, now!” She pointed at the door. The woman persisted. “Liz, let me show you what an exciting product this is.” She stepped within reach of Liz and flicked the fabric against Liz’s exposed arm. “You’ll love the feel against your naked body.” “No! NO!” Liz backed away. “Please just leave before I call the cops!” She reached towards the phone that should be sitting on top of the counter behind her. Why was her arm tingling? “No Liz, you need to try this on. It will change your life!” The woman closed again quickly and hugged Liz, holding the soft, slick cloth against Liz’s face and neck. “Smell how delicious this outfit is.” Liz stumbled back against the counter, the phone slipping from her fingers. She felt butterflies fluttering down her belly to her suddenly moist pussy. Her nose filled with mint and chocolate. “You like that?” The woman kept rubbing the soft fabric against Liz’s exposed skin. “It’s even better against your naked body.” She flipped Liz’s shirt up and slid the black latex against Liz’s smooth belly. Liz moaned and her knees buckled. The woman held her against the counter. She pulled Liz’s top off and wrapped her arms around the boneless housewife. “It feels wonderful.” She leaned in close and whispered in Liz’s ear. “It smells wonderful.” Liz could only croon her pleasure. Something in the cloth rubbed her the right way, a very naughty way, that made her hot and wet. She tried to pull back and think of her husband and how she should act, but he had never made her feel like this. Nothing had ever made her feel like this. “Let go. Try it on. You’ll love it, I know.” The woman pressed her body against Liz’s to hold the garment in place and slid her hands down to unsnap Liz’s jeans. She slowly pushed them down. Liz sank to the floor as the slick fabric rubbed the newly exposed skin. “This underwear will interfere with the full effect.” The woman unhooked Liz’s bra and pulled it off, then reached down to slip off Liz’s panties. Liz slipped down, lying on the floor and moaning as the cloth touched her most intimate areas. “Put it on, Liz.” Liz lay naked, wet and wanton. She had never felt so depraved and exposed. A stranger pressed a dirty outfit against her. It held her libido’s attention. A part of her still struggled against the allure, but she was overwhelmed by her desire. She grabbed it. The soft latex almost slipped through her fingers. She lifted her legs and drew the cloth slowly up. Her cunt sang as the garment cupped her naked pussy lips. Liz lifted her ass to pull the body suit up to her chest. She sat and slid her arms in, letting the woman pull the zipper up her back. Liz tingled all over. “Stand,” the woman directed. Liz stood up, and stayed as straight as she could. “Stay still.” Liz felt the latex tight against her skin, cupping her breasts and splitting her pussy lips. She was on the brink of an incredible orgasm. With just a little motion… But she wasn’t supposed to move. Her clit sang anyways. “Now for the next piece.” The woman walked back to her bag and pulled out a hood. “No, no, I’m not like this!” Liz cried out. “Don’t put that on me!” But her body stayed still, encased in soft plastic and controlled by her pussy’s pleasure. “Shhh.” The woman slipped the mask over Liz’s head. “It’s too late now. Enjoy it.” Liz felt the woman attach the hood to the body suit. Liz felt a little pressure high on her back. Her cunt suddenly spasmed in joy and she nearly collapsed as the orgasm spread in waves through her body, but the suit constricted slightly and helped her stay up. She felt safe and wonderful and controlled. The woman slipped the hood over Liz’s head. “Now for the final piece.” Liz couldn’t see through the fabric. She stood still because it felt right and good. Something slipped against the back of her neck. She felt a sharp jolt and the world went white. Was it God? “Wait a second…” The light adjusted, and Liz could see again. The room came into focus. “Let me try a few settings.” Liz felt cold, and pain, and hot, and pleasure. “Looks good.” The woman walked to the phone lying on the counter. Liz tried to turn to see what she was doing, but only Liz’s eyes would move. A part of her mind tried to be scared, but it was quickly overcome by searing lust. “Hi, Jean? Yeah, it’s Blanca. She’s ready. Come get her. No, it’s ok. She’ll wait.” Blanca hung up. She walked in front of the new toy. “So, your neighbor Jean is on her way.” Blanca held up a remote control. “She paid for this, a little device that controls you now, like this.” Blanca hit a button and Liz came hard. “That’s just a taste.” Blanca walked to the coffee table and put it down. She picked up her bag. “Maybe your husband will get home first and save you.” Blanca walked to the door. “Maybe your kids. They might play with you.” “Or maybe Jean will share you with them. I don’t care. Goodbye.” Blanca walked out.

The Voice

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

It had taken months of work, of false starts, of hiccups, of careful patient modification, but now she thought she was ready to try it. The weekend was cleared, there would be no distractions, the props were all in place. She stripped, and showered, dried herself then sat in the chair. It was just an ordinary chair, made special in that she only used it when practicing the process, by now, just sitting in it helped her relax, and helped her into the right state of mind. She closed her eyes and started the relaxing exercises. Her breath became deep and regular, her body more and more relaxed. Without opening her eyes, she reached out and found the headphones and the player. It was all second nature now. The headphones went over her ears, she switched the player on. Soft music flowed into her ears, reinforcing the feeling of relaxation. And then the voice started to speak, it was a soft quiet voice, digitally altered to sound robotic, or at least what she imagined a robotic voice to sound like. They’d tried an ordinary voice, but this was more effective, made the illusion more real. The voice told her to listen, to absorb. It told her that she was to be re-programmed, re-purposed, and if she wasn’t ready for the process to start, to turn off the player. She did nothing. The voice carried on, it told her that her new purpose was to become a doll, that the voice was there to help her achieve that. Again it told her that if she wasn’t ready, she was to turn off the player. Again she did nothing. The voice told her to drift into a relaxed compliant state, to become more and more receptive, it told her that her mind was changing, that she was losing her will, her ability to think, that the most important thing to do was listen to the voice, to obey what it told her. It cycled around and around reinforcing that she was to listen, that her will was draining out of her, that she was becoming a doll. She lost all track of time. The voice told her to open her eyes, she blinked, the room was unfocused, it told her to look over at the table, to focus on what was there. She could see the rubber garments laid out, but she couldn’t think about them, the voice hadn’t told her to think, just to look. It told her that as she was a doll in her mind, she now needed to be transformed into a doll outwardly as well.

Cedric Returns... Sort Of

Sat, 18 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

this story is a continuation from Cedric

“Mother, when can I go out?”

Miranda glanced up from the page she was reading. “Out? Why would you want to go out?”

“Because I haven’t been out in ages.”

“What about your studies?”

“Finished.”

Miranda’s eyes widened slightly. “Already?”

“Mother, I’ve been reading that dusty old book forever.”

Miranda smiled. “Not quite, dear.”

“Well, it seems like it. Mother, I know I still have a lot to learn, but I’m going crazy stuck here. The last time I went out was when you took me to see some stupid pyramids being built.”

Checkmate

Tue, 14 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

King vs. Pawn.

Peter is it? That what your driver license says.

Sorry about the tazer. I have your accomplice. As you can see, she failed. But more about her later. Unfortunately I cannot let you go. Nor do I have any information about your level of involvement in all of this.

But I will.

You’re in my private dungeon. My testing area for all sorts of ways to extract information. That is what I do. I won’t bore you with details. But I am paid to do nasty things to bad people to protect god and country.

Drone

Thu, 09 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

“MEET PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT YOU!”

“HOT YOUNG SINGLES IN YOUR AREA.”

Theo reared back in his chair. The image flashed again on his screen. Faces of pretty girls, all of them fake; faces of women that probably had had this image stolen long ago. Profile pictures, pulled randomly by web-crawlers to create a facade and a trap.

The very thought that such a website might provide anything more than computer viruses was laughable. Theo leaned in his chair, his knee resting against his home’s short desk. He laced his fingers in his hands and stared at the screen, covered in lewd pornography, links, and pulsating sidebar ads. Besides, nobody would really be ‘right’. These women weren’t real. It’s hard to find affection when you’re talking to a chatbot.

Double Identity

Tue, 07 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

John watched as she became conscious. Feeling out her bondage. Recognizing that she was not home in her bed. The hands finding themselves manacled to a chain that fed through loops at her back and side. The belt locked on. The large ring at the middle of the chain making it impossible to slide her hands no more than a few inches at her side. A quick pull of the loop and her hands would be pulled to her side and made useless.

The Punishment Chair 12: Broken

Thu, 02 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part eleven

Part 12: Broken

Kat was helpless, trapped in extreme rubber bondage. She was made to breath slowly through her gas mask by the machines and computers that controlled her. She was completely unable to move inside the metal space suit. She spent the first 30 minutes trying to escape. She struggled, she wriggled, she pulled and pushed against the leather cuffs and expandable form holding her restrained. After a couple of hours Kat had stopped trying to escape, she know it was hopeless. She just couldn’t move an inch. This was only made worst by the computer ordering the first round of fitness shocks. They would keep Kat’s muscles strong and healthy.

Castaway

Wed, 20 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Pain was the first word that that popped into her head

The second word was alive.

Georgina O’Keefe eyes opened. She was in a hospital.

Michael. Where was Michael?

Over half her body was in a cast. From waist down to her toes where encased in in plaster. If she could see her toes. It looked like her feet where enclosed in a blob of plaster. Neck was in a cervical collar, hand and arms where also immobilized in plaster casts. She felt like the mummy that had been hit by a train. She was either covered in plaster or bandages.

The Defiled One

Wed, 30 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000

A Halloween Special 2013 Tale

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Just a typical Halloween night in the psych ward, except that a dead man shows up as a beautiful nymphomaniac. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

“It isn’t that I hate Halloween, Mary, and no, I don’t have a wife or family that I have to be with or kids to take Trick-or-Treating. It’s just that I totally and absolutely hate being on duty at a state psychiatric facility on Halloween. That’s why at the very beginning of every year I put in for a week of vacation from October 28th through November 2nd. You approve it every year, including this year. I do that because I do not want to be here nor do I have any desire to be on call at all this week.”

The Robots and the Secretary

Sat, 05 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Some secretaries come and go, and that’s the problem. As a young women with limited experience, just coming out of college, I had to take what I could get. My degree in ‘women’s studies’ did little to open doors, and with the economy as poor as it was, I was starting to get desperate. I had gotten an interview at a robot manufacturer as a secretary for the CEO. A very good position for a fresh college graduate. The complex was a little far away, but they said they had their own apartment complex nearby just for them.

The Treatment

Sun, 15 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Liz and Sam sat on opposite sides of the waiting room couch. They had frequently been together like this, but they rarely spoke to each other. Now it was nearly seven. Dr Perkins had been extremely busy that day and had to change their appointments to this evening. Liz wasn’t happy about it. She was still trying to quit smoking and although Dr Perkins had made a lot of progress, she still had this urge to light up. To keep that from happening, she began to chew her nails.

Ship's Log

Thu, 12 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“Captain’s log, March 3, 2278. Ship’s time, 1300 hours. We’ve just left Space Station L17, and it’s good to be back into space and out of those clothes. I can’t see how anyone can stand to have anything covering their bodies, but maybe I’ve been alone in space too long.

“Slave is down in the hold, making sure our cargo is secure. Once done there, she’ll be working to repair a glitch that’s developed in the computer terminal in my quarters. For now, I have no choice but to make this entry sitting at the helm station. Once she’s finished with that, I’ll be settling her in here for the duration of the voyage, thanks to the new items I had installed during our overhaul.

Brenda Part 2

Sat, 07 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Brenda)

Part Two

“How much longer?”

“Almost finished, Mistress.”

“Well, hurry it up. I have a nice surprise for you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

As he scrubbed at the remaining section of floor, Brian considered his situation. It was, he knew, his own fault that he now knelt naked in the kitchen of his former lover, now turned Mistress. As usual, his thoughts turned to how he came to be here, as well as how to fix what he’d done wrong.

Cedric

Sat, 07 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Why is it, Cedric wondered, settling back onto his throne-like chair, that everyone, from the lowest peasant to the highest noble, seemed to think their private problems were worthy of the king’s personal resolution? Not exactly an idle thought, since he did happen to be king, and he did get large numbers of audience requests. However, being a practical king, he’d quickly found a way to turn this to his advantage. He’d decided to delegate.

Hostile Takeover

Thu, 15 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Patricia Beeman was smiling as she entered the Nanfinity Industries main offices. As well she might. Finally, after years of fighting, her goal was at last within reach.

Anyone watching her as she walked through the lobby would have seen an attractive woman in her mid-30’s. With her long blonde hair, blue eyes, and curves only hinted at beneath her smart business suit, Patricia would have seemed quite at home on any swimsuit or Playboy pictorial. Few would have guessed that she was actually head of the Beeman Corporation, a huge conglomerate specializing in cutting edge weapon design.

Her New Position Part 2: One In, One Out

Mon, 22 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Her New Position)

This story continues the Male point-of-view version of “My New Position” and shows a darker side to the story… part one can be found here

Part 2: One In, One Out

My new dolly was now safely stored inside a sports bag inside my car’s trunk, waiting for me to take her to my home and introduce her to her new life as a rubberdoll, her objectification had gone surprisingly well, the subliminal messaging conditioning her to accept her new status in life, a mere rubber plaything to be used, played with and discarded when no longer in use, maybe stored or displayed but she will always remain clad in latex - my new rubber dolly.

Center for Deviate Dreams

Mon, 15 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Center for Deviate Dreams

In an obviously upscale office a beautiful and well dressed woman in her early 30’s is on the phone. “C’mon, c’mon, come ooooon pick up the phone”.

“Center for deviate dreams Miss deWilde speaking”.

“Hello Miss deWilde this is Sharon Moreau speaking”.

“Miss Moreau, how wonderful to hear from you again. It must be at least a month since your last visit, I was beginning to fear we might have lost you”.

The Summer Job

Mon, 15 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Patricia read the advertisement again, as she had a dozen times before that. She was certain there had to be a catch. It just seemed too good to be true. It was a personal ad for a companion/aide for a “distinguished, elderly gentleman” as the ad read. Better still, the job was only for the duration of the summer and paid a sum she was sure must be a misprint. Perfect, since she was a teacher and only looking for work while classes were out. Sipping her morning coffee, she pulled up her resume on her laptop, checked that it didn’t need updating, and sent it off to the email listed in the ad. She crossed her fingers for good luck.

All Dolled Up

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“Come on, wind me up again!”

“You know there isn’t *actually* a key on your back, right?”

“Um… I *sort of* know that. But I can even feel it clicking when you wind me. And it feels so *neat* to be wound up. Please, will you do it for me?”

“Well… you get a bit weird when you’re wound up…”

“Oh, please! I’ll be good.”

I paused, grinning. “How good?”

I Only Look Like a Robot

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000

If you look at me, what you see is a silver latex robot with black plastic eyes and a small grill where my mouth would go. My body is nice looking, really, if you like silver latex. I sound like a robot, too, with a monotone, flat voice. Clothing? Why would a robot need clothing?

Your eyes and ears are lying. There’s a human woman sealed up in there. Me.

I Only Look Like a Robot

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Your eyes and ears are lying. There’s a human woman sealed up in there. Me.

Tanked

Sat, 04 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000

She awoke to blackness - no, to more than blackness, to nothingness. Her eyes were open, but there was nothing to see. Her ears could hear nothing, not even the beating of her own heart. She was neither warm, nor cold. She didn’t feel naked, and yet she could not feel clothing on her body. It was as if her body did not exist.

She tried to get up, or even to move and found that she could not. She knew her muscles were trying to move, but she remained in place. Nothing appeared to be restraining her, and yet she could not move.

Bootsy

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, events, etc. is coincidental. IF something like this did actually occur I’d be damned amazed.

** Saturday 9:30 AM

Darla opened her eyes and smiled. Dan had given her one of the best morning fucks she had ever had before he left to play a round of golf. She had dozed off and had forgotten to reset the alarm.

The Chip

Sat, 02 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000

After the great female rebellion of 2092, the governments of the world ordered that a control chip be implanted in all females of a certain age. This chip allowed the women to be controlled via freezing them, and other various things. Later revisions of the chip included the ability to control what was worn by the females using some kind of computer controlled latex substance. This is the story of one such female;

The Murderess 2

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Murderess)

8. TRANSFERED

The four important women and Lord A conferred for some time. Then he spoke:

“Good, Everything has been agreed. The convict Jane H. is transferred to my custody. She is now my slave-convict. The terms of the Agreement are these”.

He turned in his chair, grabbed the chain Sally was holding and pulled me close to him. He shoved an impressive legal document into my hands.

Tentacles of the Beast

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000

The tentacles started to wrap around her legs and push them apart. She tried to stop them, but they were simply too strong. They forced her legs so wide that it felt like they were going to rip her in two. Mary-Jo was now completely at the mercy of the beast that now holds her tight. With her body held by its tentacles, she could do nothing but let it have its way with her.

Rise of the Gaybots

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“Well, this is it.” Bradley turns to Jane. “End of the line.”

They are at the conversion facility of the Department of Population Control.

Jane looks up at Bradley.

“We’ll keep in touch, won’t we?”

“I’m sure we can do that, Jane. Even when I’m a gaybot, I’ll still want to know you, share old times before we were changed over. We can be good friends, even if you are a lesbot.”

William & Mary 3

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from William & Mary 2)

Part 3

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know, Sir. All I can say for sure right now is that the locks weren’t opened with a key. From the interior scraping, I’d say they were picked.”

“But if the locks were picked, why pry one of the plates loose?”

“It wasn’t pried, Sir. From the minute deformations in the chain, ring, and lock, I’d say it was pulled loose. How, I have no idea. That would have taken a lot of strength.”

Vocational Training

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“What have we got, Roscoe?”

“Mostly nice. Five million, six hun-”

“Cut to the chase, elf!”

“Yes, Sir, Santa, er, Sir. We’ve got six in Brazil.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“How convenient.”

“Yes, Sir. Two prostitutes, a secretary, a dental hygienist, and two divorcees.”

“Okay, nobody will miss the whores or the divorced girls. Oh, wait, kids?”

“No, Santa.”

“Good. What about the other two?”

“Secretary is a temp. No one will miss her. As for the dentist, well, let’s just say he’s not a real dentist. People get their teeth cleaned, but it’s just a cover. They’re there for other, er, medicinal reasons. If you catch my drift.”

The Metallisation of Karen

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Karen, naked, lubes up her double strap-on while Lucy and Claire, who are dressed, watch on. The large buzzing buttplug that fills up her ass had been inserted with difficulty and a little discomfort and distracts her. Still, the Department of Population Control’s Lesbot Conversion Preparation Guide suggests it, as it does the session they are having.

Claire stares at the wearable sex toy. Lucy has the nervous giggles.

“Claire, you’re not naked and Lucy take this more seriously.” Karen had lost the toss and had to go first.

The Perfect Party Costumes

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000

“You guys are gonna love this.”

Kyle glanced at his friend doubtfully. He was a great teammate, but his ideas sometimes caused more than a little trouble. Shrugging, he decided to go along, at least till he saw what he was in for.

As usual, the three friends drew quite a bit of interest, which Kyle had learned to accept as a matter of course. Together, they’d become known in this small university town as Triple K. Kyle, Kurt, and Karl. Quarterback, halfback and wide receiver, respectively, and the main reason their small school seemed destined to make the playoffs this year. Which, in this town, made them celebrities of no small order.

Reorientation

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

Fingers crossed as she stepped into the lift and jabbed a finger at the button, Heather Stepney had no need to even glance at what she was doing thanks to the innumerable number of times she had performed those same actions before. As the familiar grinding rumble began and the car began to inch its way upwards, she wondered how much of her daily routine she could have managed to complete with her eyes closed or in a state of trance. A moment later she was reminded by the stench of the enclosed space finally hitting her that there were some things that even a blindfold would not have kept her from having to deal with in the course of her day.

Reorientation

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

The Making of Lesbot J4n3

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

Jane, on her back, legs in the air, takes small gasps of pleasure as Bradley expertly fills her wet pussy with his enlarged cock. She looks over at the papers on the floor next to the bed. The Department of Population Control had rejected their appeal for a breeding license and the call-up papers for conversion had come with them. This was as it should be. The pig who right at this moment was fucking her had also been fucking their neighbour, Judy. A discreet call to the Department was all it needed. Soon it would be Bradley’s metal ass that would be taking the cock pounding as a gaybot, while she would be reprogrammed as a lesbot. Then she would convert Judy. That would show him. It was a drastic solution, but then Bradley, locked into the body of a gaybot, would never have her or Judy. She’d make a point of partnering Judy, if such a thing was allowed.

The Biggest Cat

Tue, 16 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000

It always made things easier if the building was old, a heap of concrete and grimed glass that had little in the way of physical locks and nothing at all when it came to more sophisticated security systems that cost real money and made a real difference. This was a prime example of the type, an office block that had somehow managed to survive the turn of the century and now seemed to be waiting for demolition, living on borrowed time. Breaking and entering in this case would be done more for the need of secrecy when simply walking in through the front door would have been no problem at all.

Her Contract Entails 4

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Her Contract Entails 3)

Part Four

Henry chanced a look into his mirror, supposedly checking out the flow of traffic, but in reality flagellating himself with another stolen glance at the occupants of the back seat. Aubrey Lister sat back on the leather like a king reclining on his throne, his face a picture of self-assured crapulence as he draped one arm over the shoulder of his favourite pet, the other lost beneath the fabric of her tight denim skirt.

End of Days 4: The Cranes

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part three

Part 4: The Cranes

What a strange and curious place the world had become. Coming up to the banks of the Nile, Targonamey looked at the city across the river. It was Luxor, he was sure of it, for it had the feel of the city he had known long ago. Yet, the passage of time had rendered it larger then what he remembered. The builds were different, and all manner of metal and steel devices were clamped to the top of buildings and houses. What are those strange things? Naked, he calmly waded into the Nile, swam across, and emerged on the other side. As the dawn had yet to come, it was still dark, and nobody saw him as he made his way through the streets and alleys into the city. While he sought food, drink, and clothing, Targonamey was more curious at seeing the new devices and contraptions around him. Wandering into the streets, he found them to be mostly deserted, the city’s occupants asleep inside their homes. But there were a few cars driving around. It wasn’t long before heads began to turn in Targonamey’s direction, their occupants surprised at his nudity. Targonamey ignored them, instead focusing on the cars, wanting to know how they worked. A vehicle that moved faster then a chariot, with no horses, and could carry several people at once was an astonishing contraption. Even more curious was the vehicle that came up to him, with flashing lights on top of it. Puzzled, Targonamey walked over, looking at them. These were not candles, or the reflection of mirrors, but actual lights that suddenly appeared. Fascinating! Two men got out of the car and started talking quickly at him. “I require clothing and food,“ Targonamey said. The two didn’t seem to understand him. They were looking at each other, as if unable to decipher what he had said. “Did you not hear me?“ Targonamey asked. “I require food and clothing.“ Shrugging their shoulders, the two came towards Targonamey. Their body language suggested that they weren’t all friendly. But Targonamey wasn’t worried; he could fix that. A quick wave of his hands, and a muttering of an ancient spell, and the two men stopped. Their faces became blank, and slightly blissful. It was an old trick he was fond of: Dominating the wills of lesser individuals, bending them to his will. “You will take me to your headquarters,“ he said. The two men got back in the vehicle, opening the back. Targonamey got in, and then they were off. As fascinating as it had been to look the vehicle over, to ride inside it was even more exciting. The seats were amazingly comfortable, and there were these strange belts that one apparently wore across the waist. The ride came to an end, and they stopped outside a huge building, brightly lit, and with the words, “Police Department" written across the front. Targonamey didn’t understand them, but he guessed that this was the headquarters of local law enforcement. As he was let out and led inside, Targonamey told his guides to give him clothes. Even though they couldn’t understand Targonamey’s words, they still led him through the building, the three ignoring the curious stares of other officers. They reached a dressing room, where Targonamey went through several lockers and boxes, going through the strange styles of clothing inside. There wasn’t much to pick from, and eventually he had to satisfy himself with a strange pair of pants, and a shirt. Clumsy, and nowhere near fitting a great man such as himself, but they would do for now. Dressed, he needed food, but sensed that this wasn’t the place for it. “You will remain here, and forget everything that just happened,“ he told the officers. When that was done, he turned and made his way out, ignoring those who watched him go. They were of no consequence to him, at least for now. Now back out on the streets once again, Targonamey made his way through them, seeking food. Most buildings were closed at this late hour, but he smelled the aroma of fresh bread coming from close by. Following his nose, he found the establishment, was pleased to see that it was stocked full of food. After casting a charm to control the owner, Targonamey took some of the bread and gorged himself on it, delighted at the taste of food, at being able enjoy it after so many centuries. It was a treat he had missed. He could have stayed and eaten the food, to fill himself and sample all the dishes he didn’t recognize or understand, but there were more important things to do. Food could wait, and he had to set his priorities. Now, there were only two things he needed. Leaving the building, he went out into the street, and cast several charms, feeling, focusing his powers out into the night. He could sense the presence of magical objects nearby, and walked in their direction. His walk led him to a large museum, which had been fashioned to resemble a temple from ages past. Having seen many of those temples himself, Targonamey was amused at this reproduction. While nowhere near as vibrant or colorful as he remembered, it was still charming, like a child trying to do an intimidation of a parent’s painting. Going to the gates, he found the building to be closed. But that was no matter for him. Another charm, and the gates were unlocked. But as he entered, Targonamey heard an annoying squealing sound that was loud, and repeated itself endlessly. Unable to find its source, he was unable to use his magic to stop it, and thus had to continue on, trying to ignore it. Besides, there were more important matters at hand, he could sense the presence of the magical items. Going down two levels, he found them at last, in a section housing ancient artifacts and tokens of power and rank. They were all beautiful, and a few Targonamey even recognized, having held, but his attention was focused on a tall staff that was within a glass case. It was the most powerful object in the room, and even in the entire museum. Walking up, Targonamey punched through the glass, grabbing hold of the staff. It seemed to surge with energy as his fingers wrapped around it, as if an internal battery, long dormant, had suddenly sprung to life. Targonamey was pleased at this, while the staff wasn’t as powerful as he would have liked, it would serve its purpose, and allow him to cast his magic more efficiently. There was the sound of running in the levels above. Most likely the guards of this place, coming to stop him. Targonamey smiled. Perfect. They came into the chamber, carrying strange black things, all pointed at him. Targonamey didn’t know what they were, but deduced that they were weapons of some kind. As expected, the guards began yelling at him. Their words were gibberish to Targonamey, but the meaning was clear. They wanted him to drop the staff and surrender. It was an easy matter to cast his charms, and send the weapons flying across the room. The men were stunned, obviously not used to seeing magic. Drawing their knives, they charged, but a sonic blast from the staff sent them slamming into the walls and display cases, knocking most of them out cold. One remained conscious, and Targonamey went to him, kneeling and placing his hand on the man’s skull, chanting more words. He would be at a bigger advantage if he learned the language of the people, so as to better order them around.

End of Days 6: The First Strike

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part five

Part 6: The First Strike

“So, where do we go first?” Quinn asked Xesex as they all walked outside. “You got any ideas?” “The source of the magic is not far from here,” he said. “It is within ten miles. Do you have transportation we can utilize?” “Yeah,” Quinn said, heading towards her garage. “Bought it years ago; never thought I’d use it to help save the world.” Going over, she opened the door, revealing a large RV inside, easily large enough to carry all of them. “Hmm,” Xesex said, looking the craft over. “Primitive, but effective.” Rapping on the walls, he doubted that it was very strong, but at the moment, it was everything they had, so they would have to make the most of it. “We must move out immediately.” “Well then, get on!” Quinn said, heading for the driver’s seat. As the others got on board, Nia stopped. “I can’t leave Jude,” she said. “The lake empties into a river,” Quinn told her as she pulled out the chocks from underneath the wheels. “She’d be able to follow us as we drive along.” Then, darting into the RV, she pulled out a map. “Xesex, can you pinpoint the location of the magic?” His large hands taking the small object, Xesex looked it over, trying to triangulate it. “I am not sure,” he said. “But it should be here.” He tapped a large city on the map. “Ah, you’re in luck,” Quinn told Nia. “The river leads to a harbor next to the city. Your whale can go as far as that.” Nia nodded. “I’ll meet you all there.” “Wait, you’re not coming up with us?” “I’ll ride Jude,” Nia said. “She’s used to it.” Quinn thought, nodded. “All right.” “If you will be riding your whale,” Xesex said, “then I recommend that our group split up. For if I can sense whatever god has entered this realm, he or she will sense me too, and will possibly attempt to attack me en route to the city, regardless of who is with me. If we split our forces, we shall reduce the risk of possible casualties.” Nia thought for a moment. “Jude is used to carrying several people at once,” she said. “Some of you can ride with us.” “I’ll go,” Gromet said. “Always was interested in riding a whale.” From his riding spot on Aalyia’s back, Robert said, “We’ll go as well.” “I’d prefer to ride in the RV,” Vikki said. “That is, Quinn, if you don’t mind.” “Not at all.” “I doubt I shall be able to ride your whale companion,” Prince Theodore said. “So I shall ride within this RV as well.” “Then it is settled,” Xesex said. “Everyone, to your places. We shall meet again at the harbor outside the city.” As Nia, Gromet, Robert, and Aalyia headed down towards the lake, Quinn, Prince Theodore, Xesex, and Vikki squeezed into the RV. It was easy enough for Vikki to get into the passenger seat, but Xesex and Theodore, being larger than humans, had a more difficult time, and almost tore the doors off while getting inside, and even then, it was a very tight fit as they wedged themselves among the appliances. “All right everyone, hang on,” Quinn said, turning the RV on, and sending the giant vehicle onto the road. At the lake, Nia knelt next to the water. She didn’t have to wait long, for Jude quickly swam to the lakeside and partially beached herself. Though curious to see her, Gromet couldn’t help but take a step backwards at seeing just how big she really was. Robert and Aalyia did the same, for Jude was the largest killer whale any of them had ever seen, easily at least thirty feet long, and built of solid muscle. Closing her eyes, Nia put her hand on Judge’s snout, and waited. “Jude understands our situation,” she said after a moment. “She’s willing to carry us to the city.” Gromet tilted his head. “You can talk to whales?” “Only her,” Nia explained. “We share a telepathic bond that no one else has.” “I never heard of whales being telepathic,” Robert said. Even Aalyia, unable to speak, seemed puzzled by the idea. “Then telepathy isn’t common in your world?” Nia asked. “Nope,” Robert said. “No,” Gromet said. “Well, whatever. Now, everyone in.” Robert was confused. “In?” “Yes, in. As in, inside Jude.” None of her companions moved. “You can’t be serious,” Robert said. “Yes, I am,” Nia said. “Jude can swim much faster without anyone riding on her. Plus, if all of us are in her, she can swim under the surface, and go even faster. Still, none of them moved. Rolling her eyes at seeing how far ahead the RV was, and how they were stuck here, Nia said, “Look, I know this sounds strange to you, but Jude’s used to doing this sort of thing. She can swallow people whole, and then regurgitate them up later without digesting them. Same for stuffing people into her womb. We’ve done it for years, with both me, and many other people.” “You stuffed people up her ass?” Robert said. Thunder cracked overhead. “Look, there’s no time!” Nia said. “Now let’s get in there!” As if wanting to encourage the others, Jude opened her mouth as wide as it would go, waiting. Gromet looked at the whale, then to Robert and Aalyia. Shaking his head, he walked over. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered. Getting down, he slid into Jude’s mouth, face first. Jude swallowed slightly, pulling him in. Within seconds, his feet vanished from sight. With Gromet gone, Jude opened again, stretching to accommodate Robert and Aalyia. Those two looked at each other, unsure. But then again, after encountering Anubis in the graveyard of abandoned gods, this wasn’t any stranger. Kneeling, Aalyia waited while Robert reached out and pulled himself into Jude’s mouth. There, she swallowed him gently, sucking him into her throat, until his bandaged legs were gone. And then Aalyai got in, wiggling as Jude’s muscles worked, and pulled her in. With the three now safe inside her stomach, Jude rolled over, exposing her tummy. Nia waded in, walking towards Jude’s slit. “I swear, some people just don’t know when to take the leap,” she muttered, putting her feet inside Jude. Once she had been swallowed up to her leg, Nia waited as Jude’s powerful muscles took control, and gently pulled her in, until her head, and then her hair, were sucked in, and vanished from sight. Her slit clenching into a watertight seal, Jude rolled back onto her tummy, then wiggled back into the water. From there, she turned and followed the water out of the lake, and into the river. Taking a deep breath, making sure to get extra air for her passengers, Jude submerged, her powerful tail muscles propelling her through the dark water.

Stargate 3: Magical Trap

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part two

Part 3: Magical Trap

Weaver had been given the go-ahead by her queen, Arachne – so she put her plan into motion.

Her targets were the local female super heroines who were immune to the Spiderwoman pheromones that could control the males. They were also far more intelligent, so she and Arachne has developed a multi-stage plan to both capture these “annoyances” so they didn’t impede Arachne’s scheme to take over Earth. They also though provided a unique opportunity to the Spiderwoman race via the Stargate to have super-powered slaves, a unique food source AND provide new breeding stock to genetically improve their race.

A Demonstration 2

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Demonstration)

A Demonstration Part 2

It had been many years since that fateful day that had changed Georgia’s life. Six years actually and by changed her life, maybe changed her would be more appropriate. She had been transformed by her friend Janine, when she gave her a practical demonstration of her engineering project. A large machine that transformed her into a, living, anal only and utterly helpless sex doll. She couldn’t help but think of that day, the ghastly process she’d endured. The outfit she was given, a deliberate copy of her own clothes, the special serum that took away her self control and left her utterly obedient. And of course her box, with “Georgia Slut Doll!” written boldly on it. The box was where she was kept, where she slept at night. She remembered waiting in that box, she waited for the person who’d ordered the process to be done to her. The person who wanted her to be tormented. Her shock when he arrived to collect her. It had been Paul, an ex-boyfriend. She’d dumped him for a richer business man years before. But at some point he’d had a big windfall, become quite wealthy, a multi millionaire actually. He’d funded Janine’s project heavily, with Georgia in mind all the way.

Hedonia 2

Sun, 01 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Hedonia)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, where we can live and waste any number of lives.

Part 2

13. The forbidden side

Brian was excited. Finally he passed through the doors that, just 20 minutes ago, he promised his girlfriend not to pass. He had to, because actually, she didn’t allow it. She was being massaged for hours, and he was supposed to enjoy looking at shops and the holographic decorations. Sure they were impressive, but it was simply mean of her to forbid going to the erotic fair. He was a grown up after all, and also she had to learn to trust him.

Rubberized and Dollified

Sun, 17 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Rubberized and DollifiedOrHow I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Latex

Writer’s note: If you couldn’t tell from the title, I’m a big Kubrick fan. I think Spielberg made hash of what could have been a much better story (A.I.).

I feel I must record my story while I can, before whatever is happening to me prevents me from being capable of coherent thought. Not that I mind anymore, of course. I’m one big ball of sexual energy. An orgasmic hydrogen bomb, if you will. The only down side is I can hardly hold a thought in my head before movement, sound, even a slight breeze causes my brain to reboot from the pleasure.

Titanic Doll

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

INTRODUCTION: This is my contribution to the centenary of the sinking of the Titanic. However you won’t find Kate Winslet, Leonard DiCaprio or Kenneth More on board.

On board the RMS Titanic; the mid-Atlantic; the evening of Sunday 14th April 1912

Caitlin O’Loughlan stood on the promenade deck and exhaled, watching her frozen breath blow out in front of her and disperse. She puffed out several more breaths and smiled. She’d always enjoyed doing that as it had seemed magical to her as a little girl.

Voodoo 4

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Voodoo)

Part Four

Alone in the room, she gazed out the window, watching the people outside. Through the headphones covering her ears, she could hear the music, as well as the sound of conversation. She wished she could join them, move among them, talk to them. Instead, she stood stiffly, the rise and fall of her breasts with her labored breathing the only visible movement, other than the occasional twitch.

Siren in Stockings

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Agnes had always told herself that nothing would change her, that no matter how high her star rose and what plaudits were heaped upon her she would still be the same girl who had been given her first break on the bill of that off Broadway play all those years ago. There was a part of her that at least wanted that to be the truth, but in her most honest moments, even she could acknowledge the reality that no one could experience a rise to fame like her own and remain the same person they had been when they set out on the path they had chosen to follow in life.

Share the Joy

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Through the wonders of their technology, the experiences of the bride and groom are actually beamed into the brains of the participants, so they ‘participate’ in the deflowering, yet they’re still in their own minds experiencing the group hug.

Ip Terla is the first to be called. She leaves the table, crosses to the door, pale yellow gown streaming behind as she walks. She is a vision - the physical ideal of my childhood dreams. That we should be thrust together after such a long absence, and under these circumstances …

The Slut Chip

Thu, 12 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000

This story is a spin-off from the Rubber Sissy Panties series, and will run as a parallel plot line, until maybe merging both into one.

Chapter 1: Sissy Doll Fifi

John has always been a submissive and otherwise unattractive man. In his late 40’s and still single, his family has always worried about him. Unsuccessful, in an average job, living in a small apartment he rents, he seemed to spend much of his time on his own. And spent his money in ways oblivious to them. What nobody else knew, is that John led a secret life as a sissy slave to dommes around the world, and often traveled to spend time under service and forced feminization. But John was never fully pleased with the results. It always seemed to him that he wanted more and more each time. And a while ago, his sissy friends introduced him to the incredible world of heavy rubber.

The Puppetmaster

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000

It was the music that woke Erica up.

The tune was halting and disjointed, like a music box winding down, but it was there, a pretty jingling melody that roused her from her slumber and let her know that everything was not all right. When she opened her eyes she stared up into darkness, and she felt hard ground under her, and her bare arms and legs were freezing cold.

A Song of Dominance

Mon, 14 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: A Family of Fetishists

It was a beautiful dry season afternoon, the northern breeze was blowing and the sky was clear. Just outside a pair of automatic doors, staring onto a concrete road and a sea of parked cars, a young girl with hair the colour of red wine sat on her black, plastic bag; her arms wrapped around her chest and her red ballet heel impatiently tapping on the concrete floor. She was tired after the long trip and angry at family for being an hour late. Yet again her eccentric parents had failed to meet the simplest of requests in favour, as the wine-haired girl knew, of one of their many sexual games.

DDC Rubber J-Doll

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

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

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

Sci-Fi Club Part 4

Sun, 02 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Sci-Fi Club Part 3)

Part 4

Carly lived at Danny and Katie’s house for a week. Her knowledge of the system was very useful in it’s instillation of the mobile emitter at their house. Soon it was fully operational, much to Katie’s dismay. Outside of their home, the Walsh’s were a very normal couple. They socialized, worked, and lived the life that any married couple living in suburban Chicago lives. Inside the house, now that was a different story.

Focussed

Fri, 30 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

All she could do now was too look ahead, the deep trance her Mistress had put her in barely let her blink on her own, she was totally frozen in her own body while the make-up artist finalised the last details of her new ’look’ that she’d have for a very long time.

Asudem had met her Mistress while shopping at some adventurous boutique in the city, she knew more than the shop assistant did about their range and definitely had better taste. As if by magic she pulled out the dress she wanted (a japanese elegant black and white gothic lolita styled affair) which the shopgirl didn’t even know they stocked. It was a perfect fit and Mistress smiled warmly in appreciation. Her small frame barely reaching 5 foot in her cute black patent ballet shoes made it hard to find designer clothes and the Japanese dress was perfect. She was treating herself for working so hard by blowing a month’s salary on the imported dress and it just had to be perfect.

The Clinic

Sat, 10 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

This story is based on an illustrated cover done for me by Andy.Latex

The expensive envelope arrived with the rest of her mail and no stamp, it must have been hand delivered although she never heard it arrive. It was simply marked as being from ‘The Clinic’ in golden ink. In it the graceful penmanship the short letter offered Asudem a way to fulfil her deepest fetish desires if she would trust them utterly and to be at a specific corner in the city three days from now.

Chi

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

Kelly bounded up the steps, her tits bouncing in time with her ponytail. A moment later she was in my office, panting.

“Sorry it took so long. I went to the library, like you said, but all the computers were being used. I mean, I didn’t go to the corral because you said not to.”

She brushed a hair from her face.

“Anyway, I hung around. I mean, there were people just sitting at the desks, not even using the computers. I gave up and came back here, but then I remembered the lab. I have a key.”

White Noise

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

This story deals with kidnapping, training and behavioral modification of a girl into an avid rubber slut. Maybe this will be part one of a series, maybe not. But this story is about the willing surrender of a girl into the hands of the man she loves, to become nothing but his fucktoy. If you’re under legal age, and/or shocked by D/s, fetish and alternate forms of human sexuality, please, stop reading right away and leave this site at once.

Willingly...

Fri, 05 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“Oh Mistress, she’s perfect. Can I play with her now?” “Yes, my love. The implant should have taken hold already. She’ll be fully compliant’” “She’ll do whatever I say right? Not like that last one. She disobeyed me and I had to throw her away.” “Yes my pretty, I spent some time looking for a better subject. This one desperately wanted to be made into a doll. I’ve also made a few changes this time. She’ll be unable to do anything without your say-so. She’ll be posed like that for days if we left her. A perfect little doll. Maybe I should make a pretty glass case to keep her in?” “Oh Mistress, she’s so pretty. I just love her long blond hair and prettly little mouth. We’re going to have so much fun together. The things I’m going to make her do…” “Do you like her shiny pink latex arms? I could of taken it further or all the way - although I wanted your opinion first my dear. After all she’s your toy to dress up.” “They’re amazing, she’ll be so easy to clean… and you know I can’t get enough latex. Can you pleeease?” “Her bonding is permanent; any additons won’t ever come off. You need to be really sure you want her this way.” “Yes yes yes.. please!” “How about latex legs and ass with a doll pussy hole front and tight hole in back?” “Oooh perfect!!” “Do you like the idea full torso covering? maybe with more barbie shaped breasts.. " “Definitely!!” “And what of her head? You know she’d have to loose all her hair and use wigs. Much better for playing and accessorising a doll of course. Her head would be cast and a perfect latex mask of herself in a thin clear latex preserveing her beauty forever. Her makeup has already been painted and tattooed on. The control chip would be sealed into her too if this was ever put on.” “Oh maybe not yet though just the idea is making me wet. Then she’s be latex all over…. it’s not too much is it Mistress?” “She willingly agreed to all of it already my dear… and really much more; you should play with her first for awhile before I make any further latex bonding. After all once the casted latex mask goes on she’s sealed as a doll forever. She’ll never pass as human - just a gorgeous living latex doll.” “Yes Mistress, I understand…” (pauses) *blushes* “and Mistress if were to ask you very nicely…” *deep crimson blush* whispers… “would you give me a latex body too?” “Oh course my love… I knew you’d ask one day. As i’ve always planned…. I could even make you her latex doll twin”.

Fempire

Sun, 15 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

It was near closing time and we were both a little tipsy when we left the bar. A few steps down the sidewalk Andrea froze. She cocked her head as if listening for something. First thing I thought was a mugger or rapist.

Andrea grabbed me. Kissed me hard. A tooth jarring kiss.

“Ooh! Hey, girl. I love you, too, but can’t we wait until we get home?”

“I’m going to bite your neck and I want you to swoon.”

The Herd

Mon, 02 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

One and one is two, two and two is four, four and four is…is eight, eight and eight is six…six…one and one is two…dog!…food time…feel good time…

Kristen allowed herself to be guided through the house. She had met Emile about a week ago at the sponsors’ dinner. She’d been serving. He ate sparingly.

“I eat to be polite, but I greatly prefer my own food. You understand.”

She didn’t really, but she nodded and smiled politely.

My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 4: Changing Places

Sat, 23 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 3: Party Decoration)_

Part 4: Changing Places

Saturday

She’d removed all the fetish gear from the latex doll that was in the display cabinet. Now she was going to put her plan in action, she’d been thinking of doing this all night, especially when she first spotted the doll inside the cabinet, a fetishist dream come true. The corset, collar and boots covering the latex catsuit would be many peoples dreams and fantasies.

Subliminal

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Thanks to Bethany(Handcuffgirl) for her help with editing the story.

Give your boyfriend a blowjob tonight

I stared at my screen a moment before hitting ‘enter’. I was planning on testing out my new iPhone app with something a little more like wear a red dress tonight, but somehow I found my fingers typing in a somewhat more exciting command. Whatever, it probably won’t work anyway.

The app was just something quick that I had whipped up and installed on my girlfriend’s new iPhone 4 after I’d checked out the specs on the phone’s box. 326 ppi was more detail than the human eye could see, and a screen refresh rate of 120 Hz was significantly faster than the brain could comprehend. What did Apple think they making? It’s like they were crying out for me to use the thing for subliminal messages!

Kimmy Doll

Wed, 30 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Kimmy Doll)

Kimmy Doll Postscript

It took only a few weeks for the individual trapped inside the life-size Kimmy doll’s lifelike skin to almost completely forget his former life. Even had he not been pumped full of drugs on a daily basis by his captor, John Hupfnagel’s new daily routine as Kimmy gave him no time to dwell on his past or focus on his previous male identity.

Erin & Eleanor

Thu, 10 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“Please!” she begged, “have mercy!”

Kneeling before the altar, Erin struggled against the bonds that held her. Eyes wide with fear, she stared at the man who stood looking down at her.

“You were found stealing from me,” the man said.

“It was only garbage, my lord,” she replied frantically. “Please forgive me, I was starving.”

“Garbage it may have been,” the man said serenely, “yet it was mine, not yours to take. I’ve a mind to let you be the food, instead.” Smiling, he nodded toward the altar.

Pigskin

Thu, 03 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“Fuck!”

Frank slammed his fist on the table. My, thankfully, empty foam cup bounced and hit the floor. I retrieved it.

“She’s going to shut us down! The fucking bitch is going to shut us down!”

“It’s not her.”

“The fuck it ain’t. Yeah, I know, it’s Martin, but she’s his hatchet man. What the fuck does Sylvia see in him?”

I shrugged. “She’s in love.”

“With that scumbag? Doesn’t she have eyes? I mean come on!”

Girlies

Wed, 16 Feb 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“Incoming.” The man dropped a sheaf of papers on the woman’s desk. “Three orders. Two Fifi’s, a Little Cindy, and a Baby Doll.”

“What? Now? It’s Friday and five o’clock for gosh sakes.”

The man shrugged. “The way it is. People put it off ’til the last minute, then want weekend delivery.”

“Well, we’re out of Cindy’s. I shipped the last one out Wednesday.”

“It came back. Hasn’t been restocked yet. I’ll go check it out. You call Courtney and make sure she’s on it.”

Alien Technology

Mon, 17 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“Ok, Bob, where’s the fire.” James Bliss stopped short as he caught his first sight of his friend. Robert Wise had always been a healthy, energetic man, but now, he looked years younger than the 42 Jim knew him to be. At the sound of his voice, Bob looked up, smiling.

“Fire? Oh, yes, sorry. I simply had to show you this right away.” For the past several years, the two had been friendly (and sometimes not so friendly) competitors. As scientists and amateur inventors, each was constantly trying to outdo the other. This had, at times, put considerable strain on their relationship, but it had also led to some serious breakthroughs by both.

Spinal Web

Mon, 18 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Anne was closing in on her 18th birthday and she had mixed feelings about it. She was eager and excited to finally enter the realm of Adulthood, but at the same time she was scared; scared since she didn’t have a clue what was going to happen. All she knew was that her Guardian had prepared her for this step all her life and that all her friends that had entered Adulthood simply had disappeared, not to be heard of ever more.

Working Vacation 3

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

(story continues from Working Vacation 2)

Part Three

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

Rubber Week

Sun, 03 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

“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.”

The Process Of Learning

Sun, 03 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I have visited the club many times, on most visits I have met and been entertained by a stranger! (I know it’s very dangerous, but I accept the risk). I always dress exactly the same, I always have my body swathed in latex, with a latex hood locked into place at the nape of my neck, and with a gag of some sort locked in my mouth.

The obvious question must be :- how do I convey my wishes to anyone that I meet? The answer is quite simple.

The Lair of Artemis

Tue, 21 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Walking home from work one day Margo, or Mistress Margo to her slaves, had just turned a corner and noticed a new shop. The façade was black, and the windows were blacked out, the only thing she could see was the name. Margo, was wondering what sort of thing a shop called the ‘Lair of Artemis’ would sell, she crossed over the road for a closer look. All the glass fronted shop had been blacked out and she noticed a closed sign on the door but there was a small gap next to the glass doors, she prepared to look through the gap, but was surprised to see another eye looking out at her! Margo managed to gain some composure, but having an eye staring back at you can be quite unnerving under the circumstances.

The Retirement

Tue, 21 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Katharine Van de Vere woke with a stinker of a headache, it was the morning after the night before. At forty seven Kat was still a size ten, but at the moment she was more interested in where the floor was! Her short neat dark hair was bedraggled, looking like it had been through a fence backwards. In fact she was certain she had been through a fence backwards!

As Kat tried to get herself upright she opened her eyes to survey where she was. She recognized a few things and realized she was in her flat in town. She had barely made it to her sofa and collapsed, her cheek resting on the arm, her bottom never made it. As she sat properly on the sofa the memories of the night before filled her head. Kat tried to stand but balance is something that is taught to us at an early age, and very often forgotten after overdoing it with alcohol. Or to be exact Vodka!

Housekeeper Wanted with Benefits

Thu, 26 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

It was an ad in the paper – in the Help Wanted column.

“Help Wanted, Housekeeper with Benefits.” The ad went on to describe a Large House on secluded acreage in the country. Single retired owner, including a private apartment for the housekeeper’s “off” hours. Sounded ideal – just what I was looking for. I had been laid off my previous position, a result of the recession, and serving jobs – in any capacity – were hard to come by.

The Girl inside the Doll

Fri, 06 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

This story is covered by the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ )

“You have to see her!”

She had talked about her “creation” non stop for the last three days. I wasn’t really big into fashion, much less doll making, so I hadn’t really been paying attention. I was just practicing my smile and nod techniques whenever she talked about it.

She was insistent I see it, though, so after several prods and pushes I finally came by to see this glorious thing she had created.

Lisa's Special Dinner

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Lisa got up extra early, today was special, and she couldn’t sleep. Her life for the first 18 years had been fantastic. She was lucky to be born beautiful, thin, blonde, and sexy. She excelled in school, and had a myriad of friends, both male and female. Today you see, is her 19th Birthday. Coupled with the fact that today is New Year’s Day, 2525. Last night was so much fun, she partied the night away with her friends, got a bit tipsy, and made sure to explore her sexuality to it’s fullest. Walking to the bathroom, she glanced into her mirror and saw that her collar was not yet lit up. A good thing, she thought, maybe she had more time before she was called to serve.

You Got What You Wished For

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

“Are you sure about this?” Tina Asked.

“Yes, absolutely!” said Trude.

“I’ve been doing research on the net, it’s what I need!”

“I suppose, if you’ve made your mind up.”

“I wouldn’t have dropped it on you like this if I hadn’t researched and found out exactly what I was getting in to!”

“But why a pony girl?”

“Because it’s total! Total submission, total obedience!”

Trude didn’t like the idea, Tina was effectively removing Trude’s control and giving it to someone else!

Joining the Collector's Army

Tue, 20 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

The battle, finally, was over. The battered remnants of the army commanded by the man known only as The Collector, lay strewn across the field, their armored shells making the scene resemble a battlefield of knights. Earth Security Force personnel roamed the field, examining the remains.

Colonel Rebecca Saint, ESF Commander, stood nearby, speaking into her vidlink as she unfastened her battle armor.

“It’s over,” she reported. “The Collector’s army is destroyed.”

Market Test

Tue, 20 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Jessica Darling Chapter 16: The Caged Bird Sings

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

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 15

Chapter 16: The Caged Bird Sings

Jessica suddenly felt a little under dressed for a ‘guest-of-honor’, given that she was only wearing the elaborate patterned bubblegum pink gummi corset, matching gummi stockings and gloves, and equally pink ‘fuck-me’ pumps.

Voyeur

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

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

It was not the idea situation to be in.

It could be a lot worse. In fact it could get a great deal worse.

And a great deal better.

It started out for Kelli O’Kelly, Yes it is her real name, innocently came to such a rather unusual predicament enough when several unrelated items fell together. And as such things happen. They do not occur all at once.

The Machine Restarts Everything

Fri, 26 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

A LITTLE HISTORY.

My name is S M Ackerman and I am the diarist for (The Diary of Miss Whippy Cane) she is a professional dominatrix and the owner of an established house that caters for the fetishistic desires of selected clients. The story you are about to be granted access to is taken from my client notes, all names have been altered for her clients privacy, and the copy write is held in full by myself, S M Ackerman. This tale is not included in, or an exert from, the above diary and is made available free of charge to all genuine readers over the age of 18 in the UK or as is applicable else where please.

Training Suit

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

“And what,” Gina asked, “is that?”

Holding out the mass of rubber in his hands, Jeff grinned. “It’s a training suit.”

Gina eyed the shiny black mass doubtfully. “Looks like a diving suit to me.” she said sarcastically.

“Oh, no,” Jeff declared. “It’s something special. I designed it myself, just for you.”

“Oh really?” Gina’s eyebrow raised.

“Really,” Jeff replied. “You’ve been talking about working out, getting in better shape, and this suit will help you do just that.”

Barbie Doll

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

In a rare moment of clarity, Becka lay on the bed and thought back over all that had happened since she had met Pete. She was such a different person now, she had become embroiled in her lover’s fetish fantasies, and they now seemed to have an inexorable hold on her, an intoxication or perhaps it was an addiction. The word suddenly seemed to have a resonance that echoed along the corridors of her mind, like a constant and faithful companion.

Exchange

Thu, 25 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Based on an idea by EricJP65 *** By the end of the twenty second century, humanity had made much progress in its evolution, both ethically and technologically, but there was still one thing that had yet to be overcome…the inevitability of death. And so it was that the earth’s largest kingdom went into mourning for their ruling queen, who had recently passed away of old age. But even amongst the mourning, protocols were followed. The queen’s successor, her daughter Tanya, was quick to follow the duties expected of her. Like the others, she mourned, but only for two days. The remaining five days of mourning would, for her, be spent deep beneath the palace, in chambers that the public never went to, or even knew about. At midnight on the second day, Tanya went to the lowest level of the palace, where a gilded elevator awaited her. Instructing the royal bodyguards not to follow, she entered and descended deep into the earth, going far below the palace and into the catacombs. When the elevator came to a stop, she exited into a giant chamber, where a pair of giant gates stood in silent vigil. Her mother had walked this way. Before dying, her last act was to head down here and go through these doors, a fact that only Tanya and the highest ranking officials knew. But as to what lay beyond those gates, Tanya didn’t know. But she would soon find out. Taking an ornate steel key, she inserted it into the door and turned three times, then pushed it, hearing the tumblers moving and shifting. Then the doors slid open, allowing her passage. Taking a deep breath, she walked inside, the gates closing behind her. Beyond the doors was another hallway. The light here was dim and it was difficult to see. Not only was she walking through the dark, Tanya had no idea what lay down here. She knew that each ruler of her family went through her, but she had never been told what was down here, that she would find out in due course. She cautiously walked onwards, not knowing what to expect. Daughter of the royal crown. Tanya froze. “Who’s there?” Please come forth. The voice was in her head. It wasn’t from anyone or anything Tanya had heard…it didn’t sound human. But there was something in it, a knowing and sense of benevolence that she hadn’t encountered before. Cautious, but curious, she continued on. She reached the end of the hallway. There was a great chamber there, the blue marble walls stretching high to the ceiling. There was no floor here, only a deep pool of dark blue water that seemed to glow. Tanya looked around, searching for the source of the voice. The waters began to bubble. Something rose from them, large and black, its skin as shiny as rubber. It was something monstrous, and not like any animal Tanya had ever heard of. She was so caught by surprise that she felt afraid, and was about to turn and run. Please, do not run. I mean you no harm. Trying to control her rapidly beating heart, Tanya faced the creature. She had a better view of it now. It looked like a giant mound of pulsing, black rubber, as if its muscles were moving rapidly, unable to stop. Large tentacles were stretching out, grasping the walls. “You are the voice?” That is correct. “Who…what are you?” My name is unimportant. I came to your planet centuries ago. Your ancestors discovered me, and built this temple around my form. Despite the monstrous appearance, Tanya found herself getting more interested in this being, rather then fearing it. “Why are you here?” My race believes that the purpose of our lives is to acquire as much wisdom and knowledge as possible. I came to this planet to learn more about it, and determined that the best way to do this was to acquire the knowledge and experience of this planet’s rulers. In that manner, for the past several centuries, I have been receiving and giving the combined knowledge and wisdom of your ancestors. “I don’t understand.” At the end of their lives, your ancestors came here and offered themselves to me. I took their bodies and absorbed their minds, learning all I could about their knowledge, experiences, and wisdom. When their successors came, I took them within myself and transferred the same knowledge and wisdom to them, allowing them to rule with the gathered wisdom of their ancestors. This, in turn, allows them to rule more wisely, and to gain more wisdom from their experiences, which enriches me. “So…I am to be the next successor?” That is correct. It is an arrangement I have maintained with your family, and you will be its newest recipient. “What do I have to do?” A few black tentacles emerged from the water, snaking towards Tanya, rubbing themselves around her legs. The process of transferring knowledge and wisdom requires complete absorption of the individual. I must take you within me. “You’re joking, right?” While I appreciate the value of humor, no, I am not. “So…how exactly does this work?” The process takes five days. Regrettably, it will destroy most types of clothing, including your dress. “Oh.” Realizing what she had to do, Tanya hesitantly started to take off her clothes. Do not be ashamed of your body. It is natural. “In case you haven’t noticed, going around nude isn’t very well accepted in my country.” With a final tug, she pulled off the rest of her clothes, standing naked before the creature, arms instinctively covering her most sensitive areas. It has been programmed into your mind to be ashamed of being nude. “Thanks for pointing that out.” Are you ready for the process to begin? More tentacles began to rise from the creature’s body, moving towards Tanya. “Will it hurt?” There will be no physical pain, but you may experience mild discomfort. “And my mother went through with this?” Yes, as did your father, and their parents before them. Tanya figured that if they could do it, then she could too, especially if the good of her kingdom depended on it. Duty called, sot so peak. “Very well.” She said, nodding. The tentacles moved up and around her body, coiling around her waist, arms, and legs, gently restraining her. They lifted her off the ground, moving her over the water, and over the mass of writing rubber. Below her, a large hole appeared in the black mass, revealing what looked like a throat that led deep into unknown depths. Tanya gulped, but did not resist as the tentacles lowered her towards it. Two larger tentacles came out of the hole and wrapped themselves around her body, tightly restraining her, yet not uncomfortably so. The smaller tentacles released their hold as Tanya was taken down into the throat, which promptly sealed itself behind her. For the next five days, there was silence in the chamber, save from water gently lapping around the massive creature occasionally shuddering. At the end of the last day, the hole opened once again. An exhausted Tanya was hoisted up and out of the creature, her hair wet and slick, sticking to her tired face. The larger tentacles transferred her to the smaller ones, which carried her back to firm ground, where they laid her down, then gently released her, slipping back into the water. Tanya stared up at the ceiling. “Wow.” Her mind felt like it was going to burst from all the information that had been transferred. There were no individual memories per se, but all the experiences and knowledge of her ancestors now resided within her. She felt different…smarter and wiser. It was a thrilling experience. “That was…amazing.” I am pleased you enjoyed it. Tanya’s groin was still pulsing from the tendrils that had inserted themselves inside her, as did her ears, mouth, and nose. But the pleasant afterglow from the experience lingered, giving her a wonderful feeling of euphoria far better then any sex she had ever had. “Can we do that again sometime?” She asked. You are not the first to ask. “Everyone else asked for it?” Correct. My species rewards individuals who submit their knowledge with feelings of extreme pleasure. It is useful in convincing them to return to us again and again. “You sound like a drug dealer.” A fair observation. But think of it more like symbiosis. My kind receives knowledge and wisdom, and in return we give the same back to those who submit to us, as well as pleasure. It is a mutually beneficial relationship. Tanya grinned. “Works for me.” The euphoria you are experiencing will last for one week, upon which it will fade. If you wish, we can do this again once every year, to pass along all that you have learned. “For the rest of my life?” Yes. And on the last time, you will be absorbed, to experience a year of pleasure as a reward for your efforts. Tanya grinned. Suddenly, this seemed like a very beneficial relationship. But do not forget that you are being entrusted with this information so that you may rule wisely and efficiently. A fair exchange, Tanya thought. You must to return to the palace, The being said. Your subjects await you. Rising, Tanya dressed, looking at the being fondly. “You sure we can’t do this every night?” You would become addicted to the pleasure, rather then focusing on your duties. “True enough.” Finally dressed, Tanya turned and headed back towards the exit. We shall meet again Tanya. Tanya smiled. “I look forward to it.”

Subjective Objectiveness

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Total Darkness……..

Cannot see because of the blindfold….. Cannot remove it because of the cuffs…… Don’t really wan’t to because this was chosen to happen……

The car moves through the streets quickly as the subject is unaware of the destination since blindfolded and cuffed at home during the scheduled pickup time. No worries since, as arranged the contents were placed into pre paid storage locker and the lease set to terminate tomorrow. Once in the car the subject was then ball gagged. It was now impossible to even ask the destination, not that it would have been told.

Brand New You

Mon, 08 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000

“Time to get back to work!” Angie declared as she pushed away her lunch tray littered with empty fast food wrappers. She flipped some of her long chestnut curls as she waited for her two friends sitting at the table to join her exit of the mall food court.

The redhead dressed in black, Jan, still nibbling her way through a vegetarian pita, nodded. “Yeah, can’t afford to lose a job in this economy. Even if it sucks.”

The Doll Factory 6: Only Myself to Blame

Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000

The Doll Factory 6: Only Myself to Blame AmyAmy F/f; M+/f; D/s; bond; bdsm; plastic; machines; chast; hum; mast; mc; bodymod; cons/reluct; X continued from part 5

Part 6: Only Myself to Blame

Four weeks have passed. It seems something is holding up progress on the project. Jared is becoming increasingly tense. Every night without fail, for twenty-seven nights, the Doctor, or as I must call her outside of work, Mistress Alex, has come to my house. The routine is always the same: Mistress Alex arrives a short time after I cable myself spread-eagled on the bed, she removes my chastity belt and I sixty-nine with Susie – as I have grown accustomed to calling Susan the not-as-perfect-as-I-first-thought receptionist.

The Doll Factory 5: Doll Parts

Thu, 21 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

The Doll Factory 5: Doll Parts AmyAmy F/f; M/f; D/s; bond; bdsm; latex; machines; chast; hum; oral; mc; cons/reluct; X continued from part 4

Part 5: Doll Parts

I have an odd memory of Gideon saying the words, “…back up … now.”

It’s almost as if I just woke up, but I know I haven’t been sleeping. The experience in the chair must have taken more out of my than I thought.

A Girl from Dora

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000

The Honorable Richard Mallory was a fortunate man. Few had the privilege to share one of the most closely guarded secrets in known space, and what a secret. A holographically enhanced image of a beautiful but restless nude girl filled the opposite wall of his executive suite. Even in her sleep, her thoughts were obviously focused on some vividly imagined erotic experience, and as Karen’s legs splayed unconsciously apart, he feasted his eyes on the generous ridge of her clitoris hood, possessed by a bright blue, sparkling band. Jolan technology at its best, he thought. Deceptively decorative, and yet utterly insidious. The matching studs in her nipples would be similarly unobtrusive under ordinary circumstances. Nothing would be allowed to betray her secret purpose on this special day, not even Selma’s unknowing complicity. With any luck, Karen’s last few hours on Dora would go without a hitch.

A Spy from Kiran

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The trolley moved steadily up the mountain, almost silent on its rubber wheels. A stout clamp around her waist secured its reluctant prisoner to her seat. Amanda’s neck was confined in a rigid brace, hinged to control the movement of her head, with attachments for her wrists on either side. She wore only a pair of highly polished black leather boots that reached almost to her hips. The soft leather clung to her shapely legs, which were parted wide by ropes clipped to heavy steel rings on the ankle bands concealed under the soft leather of her boots. There was nothing delicate about the exposure of her sex. The soft folds of her inner flesh were dressed only in their natural covering of wispy blonde hair.

The Experiment

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Anna woke and glanced over to her clock. “Mon 07:06” the glowing red lights said. She then glanced down from the clock back along the line of the bed and saw the suitcase on the floor. She closed her eyes for a few more minutes and smiled to herself. Holiday. She’d been looking forward to this for a while, and she was going to savour every possible moment.

The next time she looked at the clock it said “Mon 07:40”

The Rubber Baroness 12

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

continued from part 11

Part Twelve

Three days had passed and Alice had not heard from the Baroness' kidnappers. The chief of security at the Baroness’ company discovered that one of his guards had been actually an impostor. Before he could be seized and questioned, the Baroness had been kidnapped. The impostor had tried to erase the security tape from the garage, but Martin had redundant systems installed, so that deliberate sabotage of the security system would be impossible.

The Rubber Baroness 10

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

continued from part 9

Part Ten

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

The Rubber Baroness 6

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part five

Part Six

The next few days were puzzling to Alice. Doctors Ernstmeyer were in meetings with the Baroness, and she was on the phone for several hours talking to people.

Alice was feeling a little left out. The Baroness hadn’t been to bed regularly, and when she did, she was too tired for sex. Alice had come to expect hot and heavy rubber lovemaking from the Baroness and was disappointed when all that she could do was to use the extensive collection of dildos and vibrators. It just wasn’t the same.

Jane Gets Trained

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Jane takes her Great Dane to a cybernetic dog training center, but winds up listening to her dog’s training program. Warning this story does contain scenes of bestiality.

(This story is part of a series of cartoon-themed stories written for a real-life couple. - J.)

“So what brings you here?” asked the technician at the dog training center.

Jane thought a second, scratching the neck of her Great Dane Max, who was sitting by her chair. “Mostly I’d like to find a way to keep him from running away so much,” she said. “But I also thought it would be good if he were just better behaved in general.”

The Rubber Baroness

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part two

Part Three

Alice sat as still as possible in the rubber bag as it slightly swayed from the ceiling. She had been trapped inside it for at least four days.

The force-feeding continued. Sleep was impossible, as the mush and liquid came through the feeding/breathing tube at all hours. She was afraid to sleep for fear that she could choke to death. The drug continued its work; her bowels and bladder emptying without her ability to control them.

The Rubber Baroness

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Part Two

The Baroness guided Alice towards a set of large oak doors in the west wing of the castle. These were the Baroness’ sleeping quarters. Alice watched, as the Baroness opened the heavy doors with ease. What she saw caused her to shiver in fear, yet become aroused.

The rooms were covered in black rubber. Not just things like the bedsheets and curtains, but EVERYTHING! The wallpaper was thin latex sheeting. The furniture had been coated in liquid latex. The carpet under her feet was actually rubber. The smell of it entered her nostrils and gave Alice an intense, erotic sensation.

The Rubber Baroness

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

The heavy rain made it difficult for Allen to see the road. It was literally a curtain of water hitting the windshield. The wipers were useless, yet he wouldn’t stop.

Damn him!, Alice thought to herself. He couldn’t leave on time. Now we’ll never get to the airport before our flight leaves! She looked at Betty and Frank, who were sitting quietly in the back seat. They looked at Alice with expressions of anger and yet, resignation to their fate.

The Black Coffins

Sun, 30 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

They came from nowhere.

On that ordinary day, millions of people woke to find something most unusual.

There were black coffins. Millions of them. In every city, every farm, every suburb and neighborhood, in every street they stood. Millions of black coffins.

When you walked out into the street on that morning and saw the coffins for yourself, you thought it was some kind of prank. That seemed the most likely explanation, and your neighbors agreed with you.

The Alexi Chronicle

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Follow up to The Agent in Charge, this story is Alexi’s chronicle of what he sees during the story. It kind of fills in the blank spots that the first person telling can leave.

I am told to put down the events and thoughts that brought me to this situation I find myself.

I must provide a little background for future readers to understand how this happened.

I was a new Soviet Man in the mid-1980’s, twenty-four years old and a graduate of the Moscow State University with emphasis in Western culture and economics. I was recruited by the KGB as an analyst. I sat at a desk for six months studying western intelligence report and economic figures. My superiors gave me high praise for my thorough and accurate analysis. I wanted more. I asked for the opportunity to be a field agent, to penetrate the decadent western industrial system and provide analysis of information I provided. The idea of having a field agent who knew what was important seemed like a good one as we often wasted many hours sifting through fluff to find the kernels of truth.

To Make a Doll

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I laid out all the supplies on my bed. There was a gallon of flesh-colored thick liquid latex, a sprayer, and a stocking thin nude lycra catsuit. I spread a plastic sheet on the floor and waited. My partners in my little fantasy, Kelli and April, returned from their little outing laden with bags from Victoria’s Secret.

“Matt, you have no idea how much fun we are going to have!”, Kelli exclaimed. I did indeed know how much fun I was going to have. It was my fantasy…… to become a living doll for my two best friends. But not just any doll…… I was to be perfected….. I wanted to be a beautiful female doll.

Mistress's Vacbed

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

I arrived at my Mistress place and all my feelings where touched by that pleasant atmosphere. It was inviting enough for wishing a hole life standing there close to my owner. She informed me all the instructions for the night as I entered her garçoniere."-I’m going to set you ready as I use to. I’m going to leave you alone as long as I what it. I need to take a refreshing shower and latter some delicious meal for dinner. Be polite!, Do not disturb my silence! I want you thinking about how good is this pleasure I offer you!

Vacuum Therapy

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

At age 18, Matthew Ceres had plenty of reasons to be depressed. You wouldn’t have noticed by looking at him, but the blonde teen had taken a very dark outlook on life. Usually dressed in blue jeans and sleeveless shirts (because his mother thought he looked sooo cute in them), he wasn’t a big hit with the girls at his school. Though he was not ugly by any standards, he’d never managed to develop a firm chest or sixpack abs, and the sleeveless shirts he had to put up with wound up accentuating his stringbean arms, combining with his blond hair to make him look very, very gay. This, combined with the fact that Cancro High had a high regard for its jocks, had made his life quite miserable. For years on end, he’d been bullied and pestered by those who were bored, and generally ignored by those who chose not to make an effort in tormenting him. It hadn’t always bothered him, mind you. There had been a slight period in his life where the Struggle of Life had been nothing more than a daily little wriggle. At age 15, he’d found the most wonderful girl he’d ever dreamt of: Amy. Granted, she could’ve gone out with any number of the football players, or anyone on the renowned Cancro swimming team, but Amy chose him for the same reason she didn’t join the cheerleading squad. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it or lacked the ‘assets’, it was simply a matter of social pressure and avoiding it at all costs. In her heart, Amy was a furry. And Matt was one of the few people in high school who was fine with it. Simply put, Amy wanted to be a catgirl. That was pretty much the only reason she never joined any cliques, despite her good looks. Regular yoga practice and many, many New Agey health supplements had raised her appearance and social status to that of a ‘babe’, but her interests had steered her away from the regular crowds and to the lone wolf that every school seemed to have. In Cancro High, that was Matt.

School of Rubber

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

originally posted to latex stories

The beginning

It was towards the end of semester that my life changed. My name is (or was) Samantha Morton & I was a college student at a small mid-west campus. I was a normal,18 year old girl. Blonde, slim but with large 36-D breasts that had caused me some embarrassment in the past. I usually wore baggy sweatshirts to cover them up & jeans. I knew I’d never be as pretty as the girls on the cheerleading circuit. One day, Mitchell Thomas, the school hunk, asked me over to help him study biology. I gigglingly said yes!

Roomies

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Jake walked suspiciously down the back alley afraid that he was lost or sent on a wild goose chase, a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it was clutched in his hand. He rounded a corner and he saw a simple sign hanging above an indiscriminate door, it read:

FETISH EMPORIA

This is the place, Jake thought, and he entered.

The interior of the store was a complete surprise to Jake. It was clean and bright and smelled like new carpet. Fluorescent lights hummed merrily. Given the squalor of the alley he just came from, Jake was expecting some dirty little hole in the wall with some dirty little man behind the counter. Jake couldn’t see anyone in the store; he appeared to be the only customer.

Jillian's Mouse Trap 2.1: The Training Continues

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from Jillian’s Mousetrap part 3

Chapter 1: The Training Continues

Master Ambrose, with chilling efficiency, silently laid Jillian (Rubbery Thing) to the floor. He set her right inside the center of the rubber bondage bag. He made sure all of the connection and life sustaining umbilical cords were straight and operating. He slid each mitt-appended arm into internal sleeves. He closed the heavy rubber sack around his prisoner, sealing her rubberized body in even tighter rubber. He attached hoist chains to rings on the bag, lifted Rubbery Thing and swung her over to a thinly padded platform. He lowered her onto the “bed”. Then he immobilized the sack with tie down straps through the multiple rings along its circumference.

Kim's Tail 4: Kate

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Kim’s Tail 3: Hazel)_

Chapter 4: Kate

Kate stood on the landing pad watching the helicopter recede into the distance. It had, she considered, been a busy week. She had been surprised at some of the people who had chosen not to attend the funeral. But then again, maybe not. The past few days had been a media frenzy and she was glad to finally be away from the spotlight. Jim had known and, despite being a complete bastard in life, had thrown her a lifeline after his death. A retreat to gather her thoughts and slip away from public scrutiny. Literally an island in a sea of sharks, or at least paparazzi. Turning she walked towards the house as she considered what had just happened.

Latex Pleasure Doll

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

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

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

ULTI-MAI-DEN

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

ULTI-MAI-DEN: Ultimate Maid Guardian

“My dear Mai, I believe it’s time for you to wake up… ”

“What… what is this… why am I… who… ”

“So many questions, and yet you barely have the energy to stay awake. I’m afraid that won’t do, Miss Mai.”

“Who are you? And… why can’t I remember my name… ?”

“Oh but you can… just try.”

“My name is… Mai… Mai Mai Oppai… ”

“That is correct… I’m glad you can remember as much.”

Batgirl vs the Professor 14: Return to Real Life

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 13: Intruders)

Part 14: Return to Real Life

Barbara Gordon turned the hot water off. Though the workout was a long, hard one, the strength on her body was returning nicely. She was finally growing accustomed to her new breast measurements, a strange side affect of her week long ordeal, and she actually liked how they now looked. But some of her librarian clothing was going to need replacement. Feeling clean and fresh again, she dried off and brushed out her black hair, which was going to need a cut soon.

Theraputic Release

Thu, 14 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000

The usual disclaimer which everyone reads: This story is purely fictional. It is for adults interested in tales on bondage and sexual themes. No profit has been made from this.

Part I: The first time.

As he settled himself into onto the sofa she couldn’t help but be amazed that such an attractive specimen could hold such a pathetic mind. Mr. James Norton’s neurotic nature required him to believe that he needed therapy. But other than that there was nothing wrong with him. Dozens of psychiatrists had come to the same conclusion only for him to leave them seek another. It was like a fix to him, he needed it and trying to tell him he was fine was just not what he wanted. I suppose it was unfashionable in his mind. Your “shrink” was just another accessory to such people and the last thing you wanted to hear was that you didn’t need to see one.

A Cautionary Story For Tea Lovers

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 00:00:00 +0000

In and of itself, the room was unremarkable. Stone walls, stone floor. No window, and only one door. Comfortably warm, dimly lighted, it seemed a place that could be easily forgotten. All of which seemed somehow appropriate to the room’s occupant.

Standing in the center of the room, the woman tugged experimentally at her bonds. Chains from the leather cuffs on her wrists led up to the ceiling, holding her arms spread above her head. Chains likewise led from the cuffs on her ankles to rings on the floor, holding her feet spread apart. A rubber ball, held within her mouth by leather straps, completed her helplessness. Naked, she could only await she knew not what.

Rubber Madness

Wed, 11 Feb 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I have been a medical technician for 15 years, now working for Dr. Lora Latimer, who specializes in behavior modification. She has an M.D. and a Ph.D. in psychology and her practice is part of the Western General Hospital; and I am one of seven medical assistants.

Dr. Latimer’s work is very advanced; she does primarily research on patients who behave far from the norm and are socially handicapped because of it. She has pioneered a number of procedures involving drugs, hypnosis, subliminal audio and video, electrical stimulation and sensory deprivation.

Capture and Training Facility Part 4: Shemale Training

Mon, 29 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part three

Part 4: Shemale Training

Mistress Anya waited while her slave/maid finished polishing her black latex catsuit. Soon the job was finished and the latex gleamed with high gloss from her neck to her toes. Miko helped her mistress into her knee length high heeled boots and the uniform was complete. She walked over to the full length mirror to perform a final inspection. The mirror reflected the image of a tall blond-haired woman encased in shiny latex that fit her like a second skin. Around her waist was a heavy latex waist cincher, also in black. The deep red lipstick and heavily made up eyes completed the picture of a cruel latex mistress. Behind her, in the mirror, she could see her maid, also dressed in latex but in pink and white, her eyes cast submissively to the floor.

Ordered

Wed, 15 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

You are at home. You’ve just had a long, hot shower. You are wearing your dressing gown. You are lounging on your sofa, watching the television. The telephone rings. You pick up the receiver. A voice speaks slowly on the other end. You listen, carefully. You put the phone down gently but you haven’t hung up, yet. You switch the television off. The dressing gown slips to the floor in a heap by your feet. You walk to your bedroom and open your wardrobe and remove some packages from within the darkness.

Plant(ed) 5.08 – Expert Seduces

Sun, 12 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Plant(ed) 5.07 – Expert Courier)

Plant(ed) 5.08 – Expert Seduces

My Queen’s commands to seduce my “husband” practically fell on deaf ears. Not because I was planning on refusing her, but because I was daydreaming of how I was going to do it the entire time she spoke. I was happy to be home resting on the couch at last after a grueling day of dragging around what felt like 50 lbs of eggs in my womb and ass, standing naked in the lake waiting for the “glue” to loosen up so I could “birth” the eggs, and getting home to cleaning myself up and trying to get the last bits of the now liquefied glue out of my body.

A Doll on Birth and Death

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

I am a doll, I know this. I have an Owner, and I am his. Doll has an Owner. Owner made the doll, and doll is happy. Owner kisses the doll, and doll is happy. Owner hits the doll, and this is also a kiss, and doll is happy. I know this too, I was once not a doll. I had a name like Owner and Owner’s friends. I do not remember these things, but Owner says they are true, so I know these are true. I remember some things. I remember being small and there being someone big and there being pain somewhere that now only ever feels good. I remember remembering these things and I remember they hurt. But know they do not. Pain was not good. I know this. When I am hit, or opened by Owner, there is no pain, only love. I am a doll, and I shall give you a kiss..

Striptease

Mon, 28 Jul 2008 00:00:00 +0000

I was never a fan of strip clubs but not for the usual reasons. I really didn’t have a problem with other women taking their clothing off for money, and if my boyfriend visited one from time to time that was his issue not mine. Really by problem with strip clubs was simply that they were pretty ugly places. The lights were too dark, the drinks were mostly water and the women were unimpressive but none of that was going to change. Even so I didn’t object to strongly when Steven said I should come with him to a new club outside of town. Apparently he had been going there fairly often since he had left his last girlfriend and through that most of the men there were of the okay sort. The silly dalmatian thought that if I went to the club with him I could find a boyfriend, or at least a one night stand. It might have been over a year since I had broken up with Richard, but I wasn’t that desperate for a good time. Still, Steven was a good friend, and it couldn’t hurt all that much. The club offered a few male strippers early in the evening so it wouldn’t be a total loss. I made sure to swing by the ATM to pick up enough cash to tease a few guys. The club was on the edge of town, officially in the county, and looked like a strip club always looked. The parking lot was dark, a few lights scattered about. The majority of the illumination came from the sign over on the roof promising nude dancing and a dozen different species to look at, plus huge tits. You couldn’t miss that as it declared it in neon letters ten feet tall and bright purple. We parked in the back of the lot and we climbed out of his car. “This doesn’t look too thrilling,” I said. Steven shrugged and tucked his keys into his pocket. “It’s better inside,” he said. I didn’t say anything in response; instead I just followed him across the full parking lot. I tried not to look around too much, but I still heard the gasping of the occasional fuck in the darkness between the cars. I pulled my tail closer to myself, frowning a bit. I trusted my friend, but it was hardly someplace I wanted to be at night. A large wolf was at the door of the club. He smiled to Steven as he paid for both of our admissions then motioned us inside. The darkness started around the first corner, only black light showing the way. My glasses glowed a soft blue that matched the carpet but not enough to be a bother. Music started to swell around us and as we rounded another turn we were in the club proper. The place looked cheap; there was a large stage in the back with a dirty red curtain hiding the wall. The only white light in the room were focused on the stage showing of a female skunk which a great deal of surgical enhancement. She was shaking her ass out of time to the music, but the men around the stage didn’t seem to care. Two raised platforms ran down the edge of the room with seats wrapping around them. On each one a couple more women danced, the only thing on was thongs so small they might not have existed. They had also been under the knife, but that didn’t matter when they shoved some guys face into their cleavage. We walked over to a booth along one wall positioned so we could see the main stage. The vital that covered the seats were torn up by dug in claws and the floor was sticky under my shoes, and not from the drinks. A moment later a waitress came up to the table and gave us each a glass of beer and left without saying a word. Steven smiled at me as he took a long drink. “Isn’t this great?” he said with a smile from across the table. I shrugged and took a drink of my beer. It wasn’t bad, a bit of an aftertaste and definitely watered down, but still not the worse I have had. “It has its charm,” I replied, raising my voice to be heard over the music. “They don’t have any mice here,” he said a moment later, trying to make conversation. Looking around I saw that he was correct, not a single male in the place was of my species. “That’s okay, I don’t limit myself,” I said. The dalmatian looked at me for a moment then laughed. “No, I mean performers,” he said in reply. “Mores the pity,” I said then took another drink of my beer. The skunk on the stage finished her set and slipped back stage only to be replaced by a bear. A few moments later the skunk came back into the club, dressed only in panties, bra and stockings, and started making her way around the men in the bar. Soon she slipped into a booth with one, pushing the table away to start a lap dance. “Lucky sod, it’s hard to get the girls if you can’t get up front,” Steven said. “I guess you have to get here early to get up close,” I mused, finished my beer. I frowned a bit as I felt pressure in my bladder. “If you’ll excuse me,” I said as I slipped out of the booth and glanced around the club. I could see a restroom sign on the far side of the room and I made my way towards it, but I had to go through the largest concentration of men to do so. I was surprised that I only had four guys gab at my ass along the way. The hallway with the restroom was light normally as was the bathroom itself. I finished up what I had to do and started back to the table but as I stepped out of bathroom I came face to face with the skunk girl. Well, chest to chest as her enhanced breasts ran into me long before I ran into her. “I’m sorry,” I said, trying to slip past her. She smiled at me and gently grabbed me by the shoulders. “Who are you?” she asked. “I’m just–" I started to say, only to be cut off. “You must be the new girl! You’re late, you’re supposed to go on soon,” she said, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me down the hallway. I tried to protest and pull free but her grip was surprisingly strong, a few moments later I found myself pulled into an office to face a middle age fox who smiled as he saw me. “You must be the new girl,” he said as he leaned back. He glanced down at his lap and smiled, a moment later a wolf female stood up, whipping her muzzle, and hurried out of the room. I grimaced at this. “I’m not the new girl, in fact I think I should be going,” I said, pulling free of the skunk. “What was that?” he asked. “I said: I’m the new girl and I should be going on stage.” I let out a gasp as I realized what I was saying. The fox smiled and looked me over. “Are you sure?” I tried to protest that I wasn’t, but all that came out was: “Of course I’m sure.” He nodded again and folded his hands on top of his desk, his ears twisting a bit in amusement. “I want to see what you’ll be offering. Strip off that ugly clothing and tell me why you want to be a stripper.” My first reaction was to turn and storm out of the room, instead I felt my hands reach up and grab my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. “I’ve always wanted to be a stripper, even since I dropped out of high-school. I love to tease men and turn them on, and getting paid for it is even better,” I said, giggling a bit at the end. None of that was true; I had a four year degree in… I couldn’t remember, but I knew I had flunked out of college. The fox nodded and watched me as I stripped out of my clothing. “Well, high-school is hard, but I bet you the boys loved you.” “Oh yes, they all tried to get into my panties,” I said, giggling again. That wasn’t true! I never slept around in high-school, even after I dropped out. Well I guess there were a few times, but only three and they really didn’t count. Smirking he nodded watching intently as I kicked my panties to the side and stood nude in front of him. I wanted to cover myself instead I placed my hands on my hips and swayed my tail in a way that always turned men on. “How big are your breasts?” he asked. “I’m a C-cup,” I said, that much was the truth, and I was very happy with them. “But I’ve always wanted to be lots bigger, like her,” I added, pointing to the skunk. Once again I didn’t have control over what I was saying, even if it was true. “That’s good then, this is the place for that. Trixi, could you get my kit,” he said. The skunk girl nodded and slipped out of the room. “Now, how badly do you want to be one of my girls?” he asked as he pushed myself back away from the desk. Without saying I word I hurried around to his side, smiling as I saw his erection jutting from between his legs. I sank down next to him and took his shaft into my muzzle, wrapping my tongue around it and starting to suck. I tried to fight it, I might have wanted the job, but not so badly that I had to give him a blow job. Above me the fox chuckled and placed a hand on my head. “You are eager to please. You know exactly what you’re doing,” he said. Of course I knew what I was doing, I sucked off half the teachers in school, at least until I got run out by the principle. Damn bitch couldn’t take the competition. I focused all of my skill on the cock in front of me, wanting to please my future employer. My fingers rolled over his balls, stroking and teasing them as my head started to bounce up and down over the thin shaft. He let out a pleased sound, rubbing his fingers through my hair and over my ears. “You are very good at this, you’re going to be perfect here,” he said. I let out a pleased squeak at this news and looked up at him with eager eyes. The fox smiled and nodded his head. “Yep, you got the job,” he said, pressing his hand back down over my head. My tail flicked in excitement as I worked over his lovely cock, by tongue teasing oven the length of it as I rubbed my teeth over the shaft. This seemed to be exactly the right thing to do as he grunted and set out a bitter spurt of cum into my muzzle. It wasn’t much but I didn’t care, he had given me a new job. He let my head go and I lifted my head up, smiling at him and swallowing the small amount of cum. “Thank you, this is my first job,” I said, a little bit of me wanting to protest, but it was the truth. The fox smiled and nodded, rubbing my ears. “You’ll be perfect,” he said. I nodded and stood up, walking back around his desk. “Thank you, I’ve practiced a lot in the mirror,” I said “I can tell,” he said, zipping himself up as the door opened and Trixi came back in carrying a large bag in one hand with a black panty and bra set in the other. She walked over to the desk and dropped the bag on top of it. The fox stood up and opened the bag, digging through it and talking to himself. A moment later he lifted up to large bags of silicon. It took me a moment to realize that they were breast implants. He walked over to me and pressed them to my own small breasts. “Are those for me?” I asked in a soft voice, looking down at them. They would make my small breasts the perfect size. “Yes they are,” he said, pressing them closer to my flesh. I giggled happily. “When do I get them put in?” I asked, so very excited at having proper breasts. The fox smiled at me and leaned it close. “Right now,” he said, pressing firmly on the implants. I felt a jolt of pain run through my breasts right around my nipples. I looked down and watched in shock and surprise as the implants were starting to slide into my breasts through clean slits in my breasts. As the bags of silicon pressed inside my skin stretched out, swelling out and growing tight. Reaching up I cupped by breast, holding them as they grew tighter, the implants stretching out the skin, making them jut out from my chest. I flicked my tail in excitement as the last of the implants were sucked under my skin, the cuts closing with heavy scars around each nipple. “How did you do that?” I asked, feeling his hands rubbing over my breasts. The skin moved over the implants. “Do what, you’ve had them for years,” he said. I thought for a moment then nodded his head. He was right, I had got them done when I was eighteen using the money that should have gone to college, but that was never going to happen. “Aren’t they perfect?” I asked, jigging them in his face. He nodded and threw me the black panties and bra. I grabbed them and pulled them over my body, enjoying how the bra cupped by perfectly spherical breasts, the small nipples poking at the fabric. “Trixi, take Gigi out so she can put on a show.” The skunk grabbed my hand in hers and escorted me out of the room. I followed her, my tail swishing happily behind me. She took me into a small room filled with costumes and started to dig around them. “Oh, this is perfect,” she said, handing me a bundle of clothing. I didn’t even look at it I just pulled the clothing on, what little of it there was. Once it was in placed I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled to see I was in a secretary outfit. It went well with my glasses. Trixi took my hand again and lead me around backstage. “Ready?” she asked. I nodded as the music started to change. “Have fun,” she said pushed me out. I walked out onto the stage, stepping along in my high heels as my tail swept under my microskirt. I shook my body in time with the music at cat calls filled the air around me. I walked to the end of the stage, bending over to let the guys around me look down my shirt. Spinning around I tugged at the buttons on my shirt, pulling at them, hinting a bit before ripping them open and pulling my shirt off my shoulders. I worked the shirt free and spun it around, throwing it behind me. I bent down a bit and smiled to the guys around me. Hands reached up to rub my breasts, money slipping into my bra and into the garters. I smiled at them and took a few steps back, licking my lips. I could see the bulging in their pants and it turned me on. Spinning around I bent over to show my ass to the men then teased at my skirt. With a few well place pulls I pulled the snaps on the skirt free and threw it away. This brought another cry from the men and I smirked at them all. I pressed a hand against my breasts as my other hand reached down to rub at my crotch. Spinning around I teased my tail at them and started to unhook my large bra. Each hook I slipped free brought a new cry from the men in the club and made me even hotter. Finally I pulled my bra free and threw it back stage. I came up to the edge of the stage and shook my bare breasts at the men around me. Hands reached up, teasing my body and stroking me all over. It felt so perfect at right. The music fell quiet around me and I walked back off stage. As soon as the curtain closed around me I pulled my bra back on and collected the money stuffed into my clothing. I dropped the cash off into the box and smiled at Trixi. “How did I do?” “You did great!” The skunk girl said and gave me a hug. “You want to work the floor?” I nodded my head. “Yes, I do!” She nodded and escorted me back to the club floor. As soon as I was out in the music the men looked at me, many of them motioning for me to come over to them. I just smiled at them and walked around towards the back of the club. I saw a dalmatian sitting in the back, a smile on his face. I walked over to him and gave him a smile. “Hello hon,” I said. He leaned back and smiled at me. “You are a sexy one. I didn’t think this place had any mice.” “I’m new,” I said, pushing the table back and smiling at him. He grinned and leaned back in the seat, his pants tight. I straddled him and pressed my chest up against his face, rubbing them over his muzzle as I started to grind against him crotch. I could feel his cock through the fabric, feeling it throbbing and pressing against me. I wrapped my arms around him and used my tail to tease the inside of his legs. The dalmatian leaned his head back and moaned, reaching out to rub at my sides as my breasts rubbed against his chest. “God, you are perfect,” he moaned. I giggled and kissed at his nose. “You come alone?” I asked, not sure why I felt I needed to ask the question. “Ya, just myself tonight,” he said as his cock twitched under me. That statement sent a jolt through me as a small part of myself wanted to protest but was quickly silenced. I ground at him more, rubbing my ass over his crotch, feeling his precum soaking through the fabric. “I get off in an hour; want to go home with me?” I asked. He smiled and licked his lips. “I would love to,” he said. Letting out a pleased sigh I kissed him as I slipped of his lap. “Then wait for me, and then we can fuck,” I said, taking his money for the lap dance and giving him a wink. He smiled to me as I walked away my tail sweeping at him and making sure he saw the wet spot on my ass. I loved my job.

All's Fair

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Brock rolled over silently as he sneaked out of the strange bed. The girl lay there sleeping quietly as he held his head in his hands and smiled. “Another successful night,” he thought to himself as he silently left the apartment. “She has no idea how to find me and I sure don’t want to be found. She was a good lay, but like they say, ‘All’s fair in love and…” He hailed a taxi and climbed in.

A Whole New You

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

As the tentacles encircling my wrists and holding me aloft slacked, I collapsed into Ryan’s arms. The spell’s effect still had me powerless and kept causing my body to jerk involuntarily.

Ryan helped me across the room and let me fall a top his bed. Angela was still laying there, trapped in a spells hold as well. Unlike me, Ryan had left her laying there naked, the shock on her face still trapped there from when Ryan first stormed into the room and discovered us. I wonder…was she in some sort of suspended hibernation…or was she conscious of what was going on around her?

Dolls

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000

“Now don’t worry your petty head about what’s happening.” An old man in a red silk bath robe said as he clamped the woman’s wrists and ankles to a bed. With an electric razor he began to shave her beautiful blonde hair off until she was as bald as a cue ball.

“How did I get into this problem?” Sam thought as he remember how he had won a tour of the doll factory. Dressed in a fire red blouse, black skirt, chocolate hose and jet-black three in heels, he had gotten off work at the TG bar and was the only one to show for the night tour.

---iSystems---

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

It was a momentous event for the technological community. In 2015 a group of M.I.T. graduates had by accident, discovered a way of translating neural transmissions into a digital form thus creating the worlds first truly immerse Virtual Reality. The Internet had been all but replaced in a few months by Vnet; A world beneath reality. A burgeoning place where anything could happen within the laws of the programming, which, as of this era, was extremely advanced. After jacking into Vnet, a person could go to the mall anywhere on earth and order goods, or participate in any of the myriad of games going on. Violent crimes in nearly every city on the planet ceased to happen as anyone anywhere could satiate their desire for violence, for excitement, for sex, for anything their minds could ever imagine in fully immersive true colour RCom graphics.

The Machine

Sat, 09 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Mike sat back as he pushed the financial report to the middle of the desk. He smiled as the profits were on a record pace and he looked at the screen. His club was almost full and he recognized his usual patrons as he moved from screen to screen. The warm mouths on his cock made him look down and his smile widened. The identical waitresses looked up at him as their pierced tongues rolled across the head of his lipstick covered cock as their lips brushed together enclosing the hard shaft. He wondered which one was which as their silicone breasts spilled from their corsets and he relaxed not really caring to know. His thoughts went back to what brought him to this point. Mike had been an inventor and, although his inventions had made him rich, he was relatively unknown to the outside world being that his inventions were usually part of something bigger. Sarah had been perfect when he met her at a convention and they had married after a brief courtship. After a year had passed he began to notice his funds disappearing and hired an investigator to check them out as he was busy in his basement working on something that he thought would change the world. The idea for the machine had come to him after browsing the net and finding a huge fascination with transformation amongst the millions of internet users. The investigator had shown up and given him pictures of his perfect wife handing an envelope full of his cash to another man before they made love in a seedy hotel. The man, it turned out, was her husband, Brett, and Mike was stunned to discover his marriage was a fake. At that moment he decided it was time to give his machine a test run. He spent the next few days shopping and sat down to send the e-mail that would set things in motion. As the sun set, he smiled as the door opened and a male voice called out for Sarah. Mike held his breath as he got nearer and the light from the house shown down the stairs. “Sarah? Are you down here? What’s this?” Brett said as he turned on the lights and saw the machine in the room. He walked up to it and never saw who it was that pushed him as he fell forward and the machine whirred to life. Clamps closed over his wrists and ankles as well as a collar snapping around his neck as he was made to stay in place. As he started to cry out, his face was pulled into a soft cushion and a rubber cock was pushed between his lips causing him to be silenced as the machine’s door closed behind him. Mike sat at his keyboard and began giving the machine instructions at it hummed away, his “wife’s” husband securely inside. He found it quite exciting how the sound of the machine covered any sounds coming from inside, but his computer monitor showed quite clearly what was going on. He smiled at the elevated heartbeat of his captive as a monitor was slipped over his finger. In the dark chamber, Brett “mmmphed” around the cock that stretched his lips as his clothes were grabbed by unseen mechanical hands and ripped from his body. The collar pulled him forward causing the rubber cock to go deeper as his face was enveloped in a breathing mask. He heard a “hiss” and felt something cool sprayed over his body and would have jumped as his legs were pulled apart and the spray applied to his dangling cock and balls and exposed ass. His skin tingled and stung a bit until warm water was sprayed to wash it off. Under the mask his eyes widened as he felt the water on his tender skin and especially on his exposed scalp. Outside, Mike smiled at the nude, smooth, shiny form that hung helplessly and continued inputting commands. The mask was removed and drool dripped from the rubber as his lips slid back so that just the head was in his mouth. Another mask was lowered and covered his face once again and another hiss sounded as it formed to outline of his face. Mike smiled as it was removed and Brett was no more, in his place was an expressionless rubber doll with a cock in her mouth as the built in “O” shaped lips surrounded it. Brett could smell the rubber as it formed to his face and he felt it bond to him like a second skin. He let out a breath as something wrapped around his waist and tightened and his body jerked slightly as the mechanical hands pulled and tied a cincher to his waist. To his surprise, Mike felt his cock harden as what was once a macho guy was now sporting a very girlish figure. He continued tapping the keys and shook slightly as he anticipated the fun he would have later with his new creation, combined with the satisfaction of the machine working flawlessly. He watched Brett as he jumped slightly in his bonds as an adhesive was put on his chest and two E cup forms pressed on. Another mechanical arm, one created for this purpose when Mike had made his plans, reached between Brett’s legs and pulled his cock back and held it as Brett’s legs were pulled back together, trapping it there. Mike was impressed with Brett’s equipment and it added to his delight to think this hung man was his. A pair of rubber panties appeared as a circle opened in the floor and were pulled up his legs. Seconds later, Brett’s manhood disappeared behind the tight rubber. A small needle appeared and Brett felt it stick him in the arm before his world went black. He was released, held up gently by the arms in the machine as a catsuit was pulled over his body and no one would ever guess it was a man underneath. An open faced hood was added sporting a long blonde ponytail as his feet were set into a pair of ballet boots and laced to his ankles. Mike sat back and made one last addition as Brett began to waken. A pair of goggles was lowered and Brett was caught in a world of swirling lights as he was lost in the lights, all will disappearing. His jaw relaxed around the cock in his mouth and soon images played in front of his now opened mind and his new life was downloaded into him. Mike sat back and waited. A few hours later, Mike was sweating slightly as he ran his hands over the rubber underneath him. He reached around and felt the swinging rubber tits as he enjoyed the tight ass of his doll. He heard the front door open and knew Sarah was finally home.

Plant(ed) 4 - Cactus

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Plant(ed)3: Fair Warning)

Plant(ed) 4 - Cactus

When me, my wife, and Sandy all got back home from our adventure to the meteor crash site we spent a few days learning about each other as friends and as lovers. Sandy quickly became a part of the “family”. My wife loved having her around, the two of them got along like best friends and yet both of them seemed to have an uncanny ability to please each other. Knowing that my wife is very suggestible ever since her experience with her first plant, I would have had half expected to have to “tell” her to accept Sandy as our pet/slave/lover, but she actually did it on her own, and I really didn’t have a say in the matter (since I didn’t need to).

ThoughtLog

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

ThoughtLog.txt Started 2007-12-24 10:05:25 AM : Thought Log? What the heck is a Thought Log? And why is it in my head anyways? 2007-12-24 10:05:45 AM : OH God, figures my boyfriend would lay another trap for me, ON CHRISTMAS! 2007-12-24 10:05:57 AM : Where am I anyways? What AM I for that matter? 2007-12-24 10:06:13 AM : What’s all this time stamp crap doing in my head? What the hell did he do to me this time!? 2007-12-24 10:06:25 AM : IF that jerk off turned me into a fuck toy again, I’m gonna kill him, I mean come ON, Christmas day!? What a punk ass. 2007-12-24 10:06:57 AM : Last time he left a magical trap for me I ended up as a plastic pool toy for the entire duration of my boyfriend’s best friend’s birthday party. A pool toy for God sakes, a flat lounger float with a hole in each armrest for drinks. Thank god those where the ONLY holes he had installed on me! Then again the party might have been a little more interesting for me though. Being a pool toy gives you a lot of time to think on such devious things. 2007-12-24 10:07:46 AM : How DID he ever find out that I get turned on by being objectified anyways? Maybe he’s a mind reader not JUST a magician. 2007-12-24 10:07:58 AM : Now to think of it how does he keep his magic a secret from everyone but me any who? Maybe I’ll have to ask him once I get back to normal, speaking of normal, WHAT THE HELL AM I THIS TIME? 2007-12-24 10:08:38 AM : Well I feel like a featureless pile of goo… That does not help me much. What use is a pile of goo? I can feel the computer chair under me, just where I was sitting a few moments before, but now I feel much smaller, like a softball sized blob of something soft. How can that be sexy? (I wonder what color I am?) 2007-12-24 10:09:01 AM : OH Wait! I feel movement! Maybe I can control my own movements? … … No… figures. I wonder where I’m going, I feel like I’m sliding, and stretching out, reaching for something… Lifting myself up some… touching something cold flat and hard… Must be the bottom of the computer table… Oh I can feel myself lifting up, attaching myself to the bottom of the computer table (or whatever it is), upside down, hanging… 2007-12-24 10:10:06 AM : Well that was not helpful at all, now I just feel like an upside down glob of goo, how can that be useful, sexy, or interesting? Oh well I’ll find out soon enough, he always comes to check on me once I’ve triggered one of his magical traps. But wait, he’s asleep… how long will I be like this? 2007-12-24 10:10:41 AM : Ok lets get our bearings here Michelle. Maybe if I think hard I can figure out what I am. I’m upside down, hanging from the bottom of the computer table, probably under the keyboard. I have a “Thought Log” putting stupid time stamps at the beginning of each of my thoughts, and I have NO clue what that could mean. I can’t see, I can’t hear, my taste buds are inundated with the taste like that of a latex dildo, which does not necessarily mean I’m a sex toy this time, just that I’m made of some soft latex like stuff. I can seem to smell though. I smell latex, but I can also smell the rest of the room, stronger than normal. Smelling my surroundings won’t help me figure out what I am though… 2007-12-24 10:12:29 AM : Oh more movement… I can feel something… something growing from my backside (if a featureless blob has a backside). It feels like a string… no, thicker like a cord. It just seems to keep growing, like a really long tail. Wait the end of it is changing shape, turning into a plug or something… 2007-12-24 10:13:55 AM : Oh now that is a sexy feeling! Oh… my “plug” is plugging into something, and it feels great! Feels like what a hermaphrodite must feel like when they stick their dick in a pussy as another hermaphrodite is sticking their dick in their pussy! Like fucking and being fucked at the same moment! Maybe my plug was a USB plug, I remember from computer class that USB plugs are both male and female at the same time. *2007-12-24 10:14:34 AM : Connecting with computer… *2007-12-24 10:14:37 AM : Connection established… *2007-12-24 10:14:37 AM : Synchronizing… *2007-12-24 10:14:39 AM : Firmware update found… Updating *2007-12-24 10:15:00 AM : Firmware update complete… *2007-12-24 10:15:01 AM : Virus software updating… Immunity to all non-magical diseases updated… *2007-12-24 10:15:23 AM : Starting download of all software updates… *2007-12-24 10:14:37 AM : Downloading program SuckySucky.exe *2007-12-24 10:14:58 AM : Downloading program ChristmasCheer.exe *2007-12-24 10:15:02 AM : Downloading program SexSlave.exe *2007-12-24 10:15:19 AM : Downloading program MasterControl.exe *2007-12-24 10:15:24 AM : Downloading MasterTriggers.txt *2007-12-24 10:15:46 AM : Downloading 1001SexPositions.dbs *2007-12-24 10:16:04 AM : Downloading StripperDanceMoves.dbs *2007-12-24 10:16:35 AM : Downloading RunFirst.bat *2007-12-24 10:17:46 AM : Synchronizing complete… *2007-12-24 10:17:47 AM : Running RunFirst.bat *2007-12-24 10:18:24 AM : Relocating/Uploading ThoughtLog.html to http://www.dollstories.net/storiessz/ThoughtLog.html *2007-12-24 10:18:25 AM : Deleting Local file ThoughtLog.txt *2007-12-24 10:18:26 AM : All log entries will now be logged directly to ThoughtLog.html remotely… *2007-12-24 10:17:48 AM : Starting programs SuckySucky, ChristmasCheer, MasterControl… *2007-12-24 10:17:50 AM : MasterControl loading MasterTriggers.txt *2007-12-24 10:18:27 AM : Logging off of local system, all control relinquished to current running programs… 2007-12-24 10:18:32 AM : WHAT in the *JINGLE BELLS* was THAT!? I could not even think for myself for the last 4 minutes! All that computer jargon just took over my thoughts! And what the *HOLLY* are these programs doing in my head!? And WHAT do SuckySucky and ChristmasCheer do!? And why the *HOLLY* can’t I *FROSTING* curse in my own MIND!? Oh *CRAFTS*, I can’t even think straight in my own *FROSTING* head! Oh well, no point in fighting it, I know how these spells work, they just get stronger if you fight them, might as well enjoy this… (I can’t even enjoy cursing in my own thoughts. *BAH, HUMBUG*!) 2007-12-24 10:19:47 AM : Well, on the bright side, at least I know what time it is, but this is getting boring. Maybe if I don’t think anything for a while time will pass quicker ‘cause I won’t know what time it is… maybe… 2007-12-24 10:56:29 AM : Oh, I can smell bacon and eggs cooking. I bet Jimmy is making us some breakfast. Oh wait there is that stupid time stamp in my head again, almost forgot I was a *FROSTING* blob… he must just be making breakfast for himself… what a jerk. Christmas day and he sets a magical trap for me and turns me into some kind of hangy-upside-down-blob thingy with no mouth, then makes a mouth watering breakfast for himself! Grrr… What a *YULE LOG* he is! 2007-12-24 11:22:02 AM : Oh what’s that smell… Like heaven… Oh I just want to reach out and suck on it, it smells SO good! Smells like sex in the rain! 2007-12-24 11:22:05 AM : Wait a second… “reach out and suck on it”, what kind of reaction to a smell is THAT!? Oh there is a hint of that smell again…. Oh I think it’s getting closer, oh I want it in my mouth! But hold on, I don’t have a mouth. *2007-12-24 11:22:16 AM : Logging into Webcam software… 2007-12-24 11:22:18 AM : Hey, I can see! And Jimmy is right in front of me, I’m on top of the monitor looking down. But my body is under the computer table…. That’s just weird. 2007-12-24 11:22:20 AM : Oh I can smell that wonderful sex smell again! Oh and it goes away… Oh and it comes back! 2007-12-24 11:22:25 AM : Hey, every time Jimmy moves closer to the computer I can smell it stronger, every time he moves away the smell wanes. 2007-12-24 11:22:29 AM : Oh Jimmy come closer PLEASE! I need that smell! I just want to reach out and suck on it! I’ll do anything to get closer to that smell! PLEASE! *2007-12-24 11:22:38 AM : User MASER logging on… *2007-12-24 11:22:40 AM : “Hey there babe… enjoying yourself?” 2007-12-24 11:22:41 AM : Enjoying myself, you *CHRISTMAS TREE*, get me out of this thing! OH wait, hold on, OH that SMELL, it’s, OH, so good… PLEASE I need more… PLEASE… sorry for calling you a *CHRISTMAS TREE*! *2007-12-24 11:22:45 AM : “I can see that the ChristmasCheer program is working wonders on your filthy language, kind of funny really, you not being able to curse! You can think about sucking and fucking but when you want to use a curse word as an emotion versus an action, the program replaces your language with Christmas Phrases. There really is no point to it, it’s just funny.” *2007-12-24 11:23:09 AM : “I set this entire thing up so I could play around with what would happen when I mix magic and computers. Plus I wanted you to pleasure me while I do some work on my computer. So beg nicely and I’ll get closer to you, close enough that you can get your wish… to suck on me…” 2007-12-24 11:23:10 AM : PLEASE I can’t stand ONLY being able to smell you, I want you inside of ME, NOW… PLEASE… I’m here to serve you, if only you will get closer, though I don’t know how much I can do for you, I just wish I had a mouth! *2007-12-24 11:23:23 AM : “Don’t worry about the mouth part, you’ll perform to task just fine, you’ll see. *2007-12-24 11:23:24 AM : User MASTER logging off…

Plastique Surgery III: To Have and To Hold

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

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.”

Model Mouse

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The mall was empty for a Saturday, it seemed like everyone else had something better to do with there time. Of course I was in one of the smaller corners of the mall, it was never that busy, but today it was like it was closed.

I crossed my arms and walked to the small storefront in the back corner. Behind the glass was a collection of mannequins, each one a different species and in a different outfit. There was a vixen, a lioness and a raccoon, but not a single mouse. Sticking my tongue out, I copied the pose of one of the plastic women, then giggled. “I wouldn’t be much of a model,” I said to myself, turning around to walk away.

Zentai Among Us

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

It had been another hectic day for John Jorgensen. Being a president of the world’s leading fashion magazine was hard work. He had several deadlines to meet and tomorrow he had to announce the latest fashion trends for the world to follow. His plan was to announce that spandex was now out of fashion and steer the world back towards natural fabrics. His new secretary Sandi (who seemed to wear spandex pretty much on a daily basis) seemed quite distressed at this decision. She managed to convince him to discuss the matter over drinks after work.

Zentai Among Us

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Bound to Please

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

For the real Michelle, who sometimes graces my dreams.

Chapter One

On a Wednesday night, in a room that did not exist, I stole a kiss from Michelle. She was dreaming, of course - but then so was I.

Few people understand the power of dreams; even a meddler like myself can only grasp fragments of it. I’d imagined this comfortable parlor and then called Michelle to it as she slept. It was only a dream, she thought - but dreams can reshape the daylight world.

Pulling Strings

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Disclaimer: Do not read this if you are underage, it would be illegal for other reasons or while operating heavy machinery. Don’t try this at home either even if you are telepathic, which I doubt.

Annette stood frozen on the stage before me, dressed in a white bikini and heels. Short blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face. Her lovely grey eyes did not register my presence; except for the steady rise and fall of her ample bosom she might have been a beautiful mannequin. Since she was now under my mental control, the image was not far from the truth.

All Rubber Domination

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

I’d like to thank Lady Victoria, Lady Leila, Sir (You know who You are ) and specially Steffy the Rubberdoll for inspiration and serving as guidelines as for me becoming also a rubber doll. Unit19

He walked into the clean store, apprehensive on what to expect. It’s his first time on such a fetish store, on vacations away from home, and finally, expecting to indulge on his fetish after a lifetime of shame and self-prejudice.

All Rubber Domination

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

I’d like to thank Lady Victoria, Lady Leila, Sir (You know who You are ) and specially Steffy the Rubberdoll for inspiration and serving as guidelines as for me becoming also a rubber doll. Unit19

How Not To Decorate For A Party

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

A Halloween Special 2009 Tale

About a mile outside town, set alone atop a wooded hill, stood a haunted house. Everyone knew it was haunted, just as everyone knew that people had gone there before and never been seen again. Nobody actually knew anyone who had vanished there, but everyone knew it had happened. Which is why Gwen’s friends were shocked when she announced that she was going to “set the place up” for some friends visiting from out of town.

Exercise Camp

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Entry into Anonymous Author stories contest

The campers filed into the medium sized auditorium and sat at the desks. The room was not unlike a large lecture hall. The women were excited about spending the summer at this camp. It was expensive, especially because most of the campers were schoolteachers who had the summer off, but it was well known for its results. Campers always came away slimmer, tanned and in great physical shape.

Rubber Bondage Slave 7

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

Part Seven

Chapter 19 - In which the Rubber Bondage prisoner discovers his Mistress is not as cruel as he thought.

I did not sleep in the terrible Rubber Bondage Helen had put me into. Every time I felt myself dozing off I inadvertently moved and found myself rotating round and round. I was compelled to try to get myself face up so as to be in the best position. I seemed to be doing this for hours and hours but I knew the time was not passing that quickly. I was sure I had many hours of suffering to endure in this dreadful Rubber Bondage. There was a sudden click in my ears and Mistress was talking to me.

Made for Pleasure

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The space station was humming as Ginger R342 docked her luxury hyper-yacht. Some readers may object that a station cannot hum, much less carry a tune. To this one can only reply that the main cyberbrain, which was humming, controlled the internal speakercoms. The effect was thus the same.

Syntellect cyberbrains rarely hum unless commanded, so one deciding to attempt “I Ain’t Got Nobody” was downright peculiar. This should have warned Ginger that something was wrong, rather than merely annoying her. Unfortunately for Ginger (but not for the lecherous reader), she gave it no thought, but simply ordered the cyberbrain to shut up.

Made for Pleasure

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Plastique Surgery 2

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Plastique Surgery)

Perhaps it had been because he was ignored by most of the girls in college, or even that none of them were interested in him, but John was sick of it. He needed something to stave his appetite, his hunger, his NEEDS. Something he could be able to predict, something he could control. A wild beast tamed by an incredibly sturdy leash.

He’d tried online dating services before, but none of them seemed to work very well, it had something to do with his personality not being all that interesting or some other lame excuse, he’d figured. It just was an established fact that girls weren’t interested in him online or offline.

Freedom, Limited

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000

“I guess you could say I have problems in my relationship.” I shrugged.

The man at the counter looked at me with the most innocent smile on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was plotting something or he was just the nicest man on the face of the earth. Honestly, I couldn’t tell.

“Sir, believe me when I say this, you’re not the only man out there with problems concerning the ‘fairer sex’.”

The Mold

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Sara awoke out of her stupor with a jolt. A strange sensation of pressure on her body, it was the first time she’d realized something had happened to her.

The first thing she noticed was that the room she was in was pitch black all around save for a series of strange sets of rib-like bars that circled around her at varying levels above and below her line of sight. She wasn’t quite sure what these were for, but the design was all-encasing. Any source of light that could be seen could only be reflected on the silvery metal of the bars, making everything obscure to her sense of sight.

Plastique Surgery

Fri, 31 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Her blindfold was removed and she could see before her a laboratory with several computer panels and monitoring devices.

“Miss Williams…” a voice from behind her crooned.

“Roger Vaincroft!” Her eyes were now filled with hatred and anger at the sing-song man standing behind her.

“Ah…so you remember me, my dear…that’s good! I was hoping the very reason my career as a plastic surgeon ended would at least remember my voice, if not my face.”

Plastique Surgery 2

Fri, 31 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Something he could be able to predict, something he could control. A wild beast tamed by an incredibly sturdy leash.

What I Want

Fri, 31 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The first time I met her, she was leaving the same hallway door I was about to enter, we were both on our own way to or from class in college, but that single moment that I met her changed everything.

I wanted her.

From that single encounter I recalled with exact clarity her height, the blonde tufts of curls in her hair, her deep blue eyes, long eyelashes, and pink lips.

JennyLee

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Let me start with some background. I live and grew up in a small town just outside of Nashville. The town I lived in as well as Nashville was and is a very religious part of the country. I was raised by a very strict father who would whip you for the smallest infraction. All through my teenage years I would do things my father warned me against just to get a whipping. You see I discovered that while my father warmed my ass the heat would always travel to my pussy. The one thing these whippings did do however was to teach me what was bad and I would after a couple of whippings be so scared to do them that I never would do them again. The list was pretty long by the time I was grown. After college I moved to Nashville and got a loft apartment and started wondering if I dared to do some of the things that I had been taught were wrong. But no matter how much I wanted to I could not bring myself to do it.

Plant(ed)

Thu, 23 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

added picture 23.10.07

This story is not your usual self bondage or mind control story, this story is the story of my life, or well my wife, and the events that lead up to what happened just today. To tell you the story I must also tell you that my wife has an special affinity towards plants, not an entirely abnormal thing, but she has an affinity for a certain plant and the idea of it’s interesting properties. You remember back in 2009 when the meteorite crashed into the mountain ranges in Colorado, you remember that there where multiple accounts of people seeing plants or animals that did not belong on this planet. You also remember the government trying to hide the evidence of this alien infection, and then finally admitting that there was a “harmless infection” once some of the “species samples” had found their way into households as pets or novelty household plants. At the same time that they admitted about the infection they also outlawed the ownership of any contaminated substance, especially living organisms.

Coils

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Kaa hung in disinterested loops across a tree limb, very depressed. Why had he ever become involved with that man-cub?

It had started that one fateful night nearly a decade ago when he’d slipped down to that sad little man-cub, consoling him, hypnotizing him, and then carrying him into the tree-tops. All had been fine and good. But unlike the usual “guests” he’d entertained over the years, he found himself playing with his victim, sliding him about his coils, marveling at his smooth, warm flesh. Even when the cub had been so nicely trussed up and ready for ingestion, he found himself delaying. And then the interruption, followed by being toppled from his branch. Such a painful association.

Three Latex Kittens

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

April lay in a room in the psychiatric ward of the local hospital. She sat brushing her long red hair, her green eyes staring blankly into space. At 16, it was no place to be spending the rest of her childhood. It all started when April’s father remarried. April’s mother had been a high-profile attorney. She was shot and killed as she walked out of the courthouse by one of her old clients whom she had failed to keep out of prison. They soon caught him, but things were never the same.

In Service of the Elders

Sun, 13 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

“Alys Z’aelya, you have betrayed the trust that we Drow Elders have bestowed upon you," the ebony-skinned elder boomed, pointing down from his ornately carved desk. “You were forbidden from gathering medicines from our fungus forests and selling them to the surface.” The dark elf Elder stoked the long white beard that framed his ebony face, then looked back and forth at the eight other elders who sat with him. They nodded sternly in agreement. Alys grew impatient as she waited for the Elders’ sentence. She had grown tired of the droning lecture she was receiving for her minor infraction of the Drow rules. Seated on the bench in front of the panel of judges, she brazenly adjusted a strap on the thigh of one of her shiny black boots, then pushed a strand of long, silvery white hair from her face. “As a result of your indiscretion–” began the bearded Elder Before the man had finished his sentence, Alys sprang from her seat and spat in his face. Then, she turned and ran for the doors, bursting through them with two-handed shove. She spun around and bit her thumb at the group of judges. “I have no need for your rules and regulations,” she shouted, shaking her jet-black fist at the Elders. “The Drow way is not to bow and scrape before senile rulers and adhere to outmoded codes. You lot are betraying the ancient ways of our people.” “SUCH BLATANT DISRESPECT FOR US AND OUR KIND SHALL NEVER GO UNPUNISHED, YOU ACCURSED DOG!” shouted the elders in an eerie harmony. Alys pulled the doors shut and darted to the exit of the Hall of Elders. As she left the building, she stealthily hid in the shadows to avoid a pair of Drider guards impassively patrolling the front steps with their large iron spears. The Driders, the Elders’ elite guards, were once normal Drow according to legend, but they had been magically conjoined with giant poisonous spiders so their upper torsos were those of a dark elf while the rest of their bodies were that of a black arachnid. As she quietly moved past the Driders, Alys felt a chill in the small of her back. The creatures had always made her uneasy – they were powerful and deadly warriors but seemed to be grotesque abominations. They followed the Elders’ orders unquestioningly and were forbidden from owning property, mingling with ordinary Drow or even speaking. Their upper bodies were always buckled into uncomfortable-looking armor of black leather and metal. For all its crisscrossing straps and buckles, Alys thought the armor looked like a torture device. Perhaps symbolizing their sentence of silence, the pathetic creatures wore leather war helmets that fastened their mouths shut with a series of severe-looking straps. Legend had it that they couldn’t even eat solid food and subsisted on the blood of those they killed. After she passed safely from the Driders’ view, Alys broke into a run, letting her black and tautly muscled legs carry her quickly as she could to the outskirts of the great underground city of Za’Arleth. Vendors and shopkeepers stared as she ran past, a young Drow wearing the regal silver and black armor of the race’s scout caste. With the purple stone gates of Za’Arleth well behind her, Alys collapsed panting into a rocky hollow a few yards from the road. She looked in the direction of the city and saw no guards had followed her. Despite her outburst at the Elders, her violation of the rules had been minor enough that there was probably no point in them sending troops to chase her down. Or was there? Alys slid herself onto a giant mushroom jutting from the rocks, stretched her limbs and continued to carefully look around. It’s so nice to have freedom from those senile fools, she thought as she checked the scabbard at her slim hip. I’m free, yet I have disrespected the elders. I will have to keep moving in case they eventually send someone, or something, out to collect me. Then, storms in the distance spoke in their monstrous tones, making the fungus forest about Alys shake with every boom and crack. Even though the Drow’s homeland was far underground, bizarre magical storms occasionally formed in the upper reaches of the caverns overhead. As lightning flashed through the enormous underground world, Alys jumped from her mushroom roost and began scouting for a cave or rock overhang that wasn’t occupied by some dreary creature. Eerie blue lightning broadcasted odd flickers of light along the cavern walls. Seconds before the downpour started, Alys’ eyes flashed to a large, dry-looking cave that seemed like it could have been the home of some sort of humanoid creature. She drew her slim sword and broke for the cave, ready to take it from any tenant not willing to share until the storm passed. Alys entered the cave, careful to keep her silver blade between she and any potential enemy. But, alas, she found none. There was a battered brass lantern hanging from a jagged rock and the ashen remnants of a cooking fire, but both seemed as if they had been left there by a long-gone visitor. Could this be the luck of the Gods? she wondered. With a bit of further exploration, Alys found a cozy spot to wait out the storm. She lowered herself onto a soft patch of moss and began unbuckling her boots and breastplate. Drow armor was durable and impressive looking, but it wasn’t especially comfortable. She carefully slid off her tight-fitting silver breastplate, revealing a leather half-shirt that laced up each side, form-fitting her torso. It was as black and sleek as her body. With a little more effort, she stripped off her short chain-mail skirt, revealing the black leather thong she wore beneath it. “Ahhh,” she said to herself. “That feels much better. And with that storm pounding outside, no one will be looking for me for a while.” As Alys slid into sleep, tired from her run from the city and relaxed by the sound of rain outside, little did she know that a squad of Driders was forging its way through the subterranean storm and would soon be outside her resting place. *** Alys awoke the next morning as the violet light of the phosphorescent cavern walls seeped into the cave. She could tell by the influx of light and the eeries stillness in the air that the storm had passed. She could also tell from her rumbling and empty belly that she had been asleep for quite some time. The lithe Drow carefully stood up, stretched and headed toward the cave’s maw. She would need to find something to eat soon since she had fled the city with nothing but her sword and armor. As she surveyed the rocky landscape around her, she saw a large glistening pool several dozen yards away. Ahhh! There is a place for me to wash the road dust from my skin, she thought as she looked at the clean spring water that trickled down blue chrystaline rocks into the pool. Grabbing her sword, but leaving her armor and boots on the cave floor, Alys strolled to the pool’s edge and tested the water with a toe. Nice and cool, she thought to her self, kneeling. This should be refreshing. She looked down and saw her jet-black face and smoldering violet eyes reflected back in the surface of the water. She could make out every detail in the shimmering reflection, from her high cheekbones and pointed ears to the full and regal lips that betrayed her upper-caste ancestry. Alys stood and began shedding her black leather garb. She pulled loose one of the laces holding her form-fitting shirt in place, allowing it to fall away from her bosom. Her supple breasts dropped free from their leather restraint. Then she slowly slid her hands down her sides, following her curves, until she hooked her thumbs into the straps of her leather thong. She slid it down, revealing a narrow stripe of silver hair between her legs. A squad of six Driders silently spied on their prey from a cluster of rocks in the distance, careful to stay hidden in the shadow. Impassive purple eyes watched from behind their leather helmets as the young Drow woman stripped and jumped into the cool water. They continued to linger as she splashed water on herself and did a few lazy backstrokes then climbed onto the rocks to let herself dry. Alys used the back of her hand to wipe water away from her body, grabbed her sword and undergarments and strolled peacefully through the outcroppings of fungus and rock as she headed back to the cave. Seeing her leave, the Driders made their way through the massive toadstools that separated their hiding place from the cave. They moved silently, using the pillars of fungus as cover. Their training made them nearly impossible to see in the dull light of the underground – even for a trained Drow scout like Alys. As Alys drew close to the cave, two of the armor-clad Driders lunged from the thicket of fungus and directly into her path. She let out a small gasp as the fearful creatures came into view, dropping her clothes so she could unleash her sword from its scabbard. As fast as Alys was with her weapon, she was no match for the Driders that had appeared behind her. One sprayed a stream of sticky silk from its underside, latching onto the sword and tearing from her hand as if the strand of web was a the tentacle of some angry beast. The naked Drow shrieked as the sword flew from her hand, and she whirled to see her assailant. She could see four more Driders had circled her from behind. “What business do you have with me?” she demanded, worried that her fear was showing in her voice. “I am a Drow of the scout caste on official business of the Elders!” The Driders, their upper bodies bound in carapaces of leather, said nothing. They slowly edged forward. Sensing that her only option was to flee, Alys turned to run into the mushroom forest nearby. She made a single step before six separate strands of web lashed out at her body, wrapping around her limbs, waist and neck. She lost her balance and fell as the sticky grey fibers began winding their way around her. Alys thrashed about, hoping to break the silken strands that were enveloping her body. They were impossible to break, and within a matter of seconds, enough and been secreted that they she could barely twitch each of her limbs. The Driders began to methodically wrap the Drow in their strong silk, spinning her body between themselves and causing the fibers to tighten against every curve of her body. The kicks and thrashes that Alys had made earlier became nothing more than squirms as the silk tightly secured her hands to her sides and wrapped her legs together into a single unit. Alys started to plead, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Why are you doing this to me?! I have done nothing to you or your kind!” she sobbed as the silk continued to envelop her body. The Driders predictably said nothing, spinning their webs further up her shoulders and covering her breast in a layer of silk that made them into a single hill of white wrappings. Alys tried again to plead for her release, but by this time, the silky wrappings had made their way up her chin and had crisscrossed her mouth, pulling it shut. The Driders were careful to keep Alys’ eyes uncovered in the process of wrapping the rest of her body, covering it in layer after layer of silk and making any movement meaningless. “MMMMMMMMPH!” was all the frightened Drow manage to say as her captors continued to wrap her. At this point, she could no longer move a muscle, making the additional layers of wrapping seem almost pointless. Her eyes blurred as tears welled in them. She tried to scream, but her mouth was covered under so many layers of silk that only a muffled whimper emerged. Alys felt herself hoisted onto the back of one of the Driders, and see could see through the narrow opening in her thick and hardening cocoon that the squad was moving now. She bumped along on the Drider’s back, silent and unable even to squirm as they carried her back to Za’Arleth, where she would face the next part of her fate. *** From her resting place on the Drider’s back, Alys could see the scenery slowly pass by. She knew she was being returned to the city, probably to face the elders. She tried to steel herself for whatever punishment she would receive. No doubt it will be something harsh, she thought. Perhaps 10 years of hard labor in the mines. The work would be backbreaking, but she knew she could handle it. Her scout training had left her in good shape and willing to take on difficult work. Finally, Alys could see familiar terrain as she and the silent Driders got closer to the city walls, but instead of entering the city, the squad instead turned toward a particularly foreboding cluster of sharp stones formed around a cave opening like a dragon’s teeth. Alys tried to move her head to get a better view of where they were going, but she couldn’t budge. Within a few seconds, though, her question was answered, and she could tell the Driders had taken her up the embankment and into the rocky cluster. She could see that they were heading toward the cave opening. She felt panic set in. What if she wasn’t being returned to the Elders? Perhaps the Driders planned to drain her blood the way a spider does a fly. She shuddered at the thought of the leather-masked Driders wordlessly slurping up her life force, their hairy spider legs holding her down. As the Drider squad entered the cave, Alys’ senses were overwhelmed. She heard the low moans of winds blowing through underground passages and smelled the dank odor of wet stone. She squinted to try to accustom her eyes to the almost total blackness here. Even her Drow infrared vision needed some light to work. Finally, the party of Driders came to a rest, and Alys could feel her mummified body being lifted. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the Driders squirting webs onto the ceiling of the cave, leaving a long, thick strand dangling. Another of the creatures carried her immobilized body closer to the strand. She could feel another begin incorporating the hanging strand into her tight, immobilizing cocoon. Two of the Driders stepped away, leaving Alys’ silk-enshrouded body hanging from the thick cord. A third sprayed a stream of silk that created a thick rope connecting from her feet to the floor a good two feet below, serving as an anchor. Alys could feel her body pulled slightly taut as the second silk cord connected her to the rock. She shut her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself. Her fate, she thought, would most likely be the death of a small insect caught in a spider’s web – a quick one, she hoped. But for some reason, the Driders seemed to be in no hurry to dispatch her. She watched as they scurried off, leaving her dangling. A few minutes passed before a solitary female Drider returned. Alys watched with tension as the creature’s spider legs whisked it along the cave floor and its leather-enclosed face came within a foot or so of hers. Alys could see the Drider’s large violet eyes peering out at her. Somehow they seemed to be slightly reassuring. Just being able to gaze into them and see how they resembled the eyes of other Drow made the freakish creature slightly less scary. It made no attempt to talk, although Alys doubted it could, since its snugly-fitting helmet was wrapped so tightly in straps and buckles that there was no way it could open its mouth. She wondered if the Drider was trying to tell her something with the look, reassure her that she wasn’t about to be killed. The Drider reached down to a belt pouch at her waist and withdrew a smooth black stone with a red hourglass shape on it. Alys’ eyes followed the stone as the strange being lifted it, worried that her plan was to use it as some kind of bludgeon. Instead, the Drider held it a few inches from Alys’ forehead, and the stone emitted a reddish glow. Alys tried to wriggle from her silk prison, tried to scream. She could do neither as the glowing stone emitted a beam of light that hit her forehead and washed over her entire body. Alys again attempted to struggle as she felt the energy from the stone course through her body. It wasn’t painful, but she could feel something strange happening, as if invisible fingers were tickling every inch of her body. She tried to writhe in the cocoon but couldn’t move an inch. The energy burst lasted just a few seconds, but it was such a strange sensation that she could tell that it done something profound to her body. The Drider nonchalantly lowered the stone and sealed it back in her pouch. Then she made eye contact with Alys again. Alys watched the creature’s eyes squint slightly as if she was trying to smile behind her bizarre helmet. The Drider then pointed at Alys, then back at herself, motioning to own face, then her spider appendages. The strange being then touched her hand to her leather-obscured mouth, then to Alys’ silk covered mouth as if transferring a kiss. Then, quickly, the creature scuttled away, descending down the hall from whence she had come. What could that have possibly meant, Alys thought to herself. What was that stone? What was the Drider trying to say? The energy from the stone didn’t cause me any pain, but I could feel it affect my body in a strange way. Then it hit Alys. She felt her stomach drop. The Drider had pointed at Alys, then back at herself. Then at her spider body. Tears began forming in the corners of Alys’ eyes. She wanted to throw up. No, she wanted to die. The Drider had pointed at me because she had used to stone to cast a spell, Alys thought, feeling bile rise in her throat. A spell that will turn me into one of those… those… those hideous monsters! *** I do not know how much time has passed, for in this dark chasm it is impossible to tell. Time, it seems, has lost its old meaning as I hang here in my utter stillness. I can’t mark the passage of time in days, weeks or months, but I can mark it in the transformations I feel happening in my body. I cannot move my head to look down at the altered shape held inside my cocoon, but I can feel that my body is not the same that I was born with. I can sense my new body’s extra limbs – and their needs. I feel stronger, I feel more… alive. I feel that for the first time I soon will be part of something important, something much more important than what I had been doing in my old life. I am no longer Drow, but a fledgling Drider. I will be part of the elite group that serves the Elders – those same Elders I once mocked. Perhaps those Elders now mock me as I transform into one of their servants. As my body has changed, I too have acquired the group thoughts of my new species. I know what my duties will be. I know what my commands are. I will no longer communicate with ordinary Drow, for I haven’t the need to. I remember that I once feared the armor I soon will wear. That was foolish too. I now feel pangs of anticipation as I think of it being strapped onto my body, in having myself permanently bound in customary Drider garb. I now know too that a Drider shall never remove her armor. I long to hear the buckles snap into place and lock there as my suit becomes a permanent part of my body, as straps engulf my torso, my arms. My face. I can feel it now that in a matter of hours I will be ready to leave behind this cocoon for a new life. I know my captain, the fine Drider who used the Spider Stone to start my transformation, soon will arrive with the Blade of Release and cut away this blessed shell to place me in my next one, my Drider armor suit. I can feel it now: in a matter of hours, the rest of my life will be dedicated to the silent, selfless service of the Elders.

Command Phrase

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I was sure it was going to be a boring two weeks. It was 8:00AM and my wife and her sister had just left for a two week vacation. Our kids were either at college or had their own place so it was the first time ever where there was not going to be anyone around but me for two whole weeks. What the hell am I going to do for two weeks.

The Rubber Dream

Fri, 14 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I have been an avid rubber fan for 5 yrs now. I like rubber and bondage. Two things go together like peanut butter and jelly. I fell asleep after a hard day’s work. I started to dream about my fetishes together.

I was in this dark basement. It ensembles like a dungeon. I woke up from my stupor. I found myself strapped to a chair. A dark figure walks in. The figure was 6’4 about 200 lbs, all muscles, covered head to toe in black rubber. The only things I could see were his blue eyes and lips. He walked over to me and looked at me. This mysterious rubber figure started to cut my clothes off me, forcing my body to be totally naked.

Trying to Wake Up

Sat, 04 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Before you get to the story I would like to explain a bit. The story is purposefully abrupt and choppy and confusing at the beginning and a good many places in-between because this story is about a person that is unknowingly being mind controlled. She is “Trying to Wake Up” from the mind control and remembering only fragments of her weekend under control. With this in mind, please enjoy my story.

The Librarian 3

Mon, 25 Jul 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Story continues from part two

Part Three

Lovely blue skys and the sounds of birds and wind greeted her eyes as she opened them. She blinked a moment before she realized she was still watching a fantasy hatched from her own mind.

“Trixxie. What time is it?” she moaned, finding her body unbound and finally struggling into what felt like a sitting position.

<: it is currently 08:04:27 hours T-3. Subliminal training exercise complete. I hope to interact with you again soon T-3. :> replied the computer smoothly.

John's Seduction

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

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

Tight Fashions 1: Debbie

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

Part One - Debbie

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

The Vow

Mon, 06 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Tina Knight soon to be Tina Williams again walked of the plane with Roger soon to be ex husband. The warm tropical breeze of the island did not do little to lighten her mood. She strode across the tarmac of the airfield to the reception bus. Roger when to pick up his bag and her but she slapped his hand away. Roger retracted his hand like it had been bitten.

Maddy’s New Lifestyle

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

This is a sequel to M.E.R.G.E. You may want to read the original story first.

Maddy woke up at 10 in the morning and thought it would be the same as every day. Since she had finished college, she found herself unable to decide what to do with her life. Her grades were not good enough for university (even if she could have decided what she wanted to study) but she didn’t want to apply for an ordinary job either. So she had taken a break from everything with the money she had inherited from her parents. They had died four years ago in a car accident. It had been a rough time for her, but she managed.

The Menagerie

Mon, 14 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Her whole body was sore. This was the first thing Lynn felt. It was Lynn? Her name was Lynn wasn’t it? Her brain was on fire and she could not think straight. French club? Private plane? They meant something and nothing to her. She opened her eyes to a circular room covered in stark white padding. She was blinded by the mirrors reflecting the light off walls ceiling and floor. She was in some sort of costume. She focused her mind and things became clearer.

The Ultimate Lovedoll

Mon, 07 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The doors to the Chief’s private office slammed open with a force hard enough to rattle the hinges. Lydia Dunn, Chief of the Commission of Sex Crimes, stopped her dictation in mid-sentence. Her icy stare did nothing to intimidate the Deputy Commissioner, Christina Hilshire, who had burst so expectedly into the Chief’s private domain. “Yes, Christina?” Lydia Dunn asked, without a loss of her legendary self-control. “I don’t recall us having an appointment.”

The Ultimate Lovedoll

Mon, 07 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Enslaved Part 2: And then there were Three...

Wed, 03 Apr 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Enslaved Part 1: Captured)

Part 2: And then there were Three…

“WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, BIO-ENDANGERMENT OF CAPTIVE IMMENANT!!!”

I woke up to those words thinking oh no now what, I looked around for Mary. I couldn’t find her, then I looked up, there she was, somehow she found a way to make a noose with her bed sheet, then tied it to a rafter up high on the ceiling, she had the noose around her neck and was twitching, suddenly my arm lifted up and there before my eyes I saw the weapon, a tube of small proportions, aimed at her, the comp said that I had one shot and I should take it or loose her life, her life was in my hands. I aimed as best I could, and squeezed my hand. A bolt of light shot out of my tube and burned clean through the bed sheet, she came down hard, and I heard the crunch of breaking bone as she landed on her feet. I rushed to her, noticing that the weapon had recessed back into its housing. I gently lifted her head and removed the noose, her face was covered in burst capillaries, but she was still breathing.

The Machine: Model-2A

Wed, 16 Jan 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Machine: Model-2A or Marie’s LONG STAY at the Boss’s Mansion

Prologue: I read the story of “The Machine” written by NaughtyLittleGirl here on this website about a girl name Sharon that got a huge mysterious package from a Master X. Which turns out to be a device called the X-FANTASY-VII which to her surprise when she tries it out is a specialized self-mummification computerized unit that puts a person in total mummification for the submissive and sealing inside a metal casket for a week unable to move or do anything. I figured that there should be some more stories of this X-FANTASY-VII Unit and I sure there would be people that would order special modifications for their usage or whatever. This is a story of one that I created based on the original story of “The Machine” .

Taken for a Ride

Mon, 07 Jan 2002 00:00:00 +0000

“Are you going to actually walk in those?” Asked Lyle. His face lit by the light of the computer screen showing a leering smile on his face.

“Yes.” Said Lilly as she tottered on a pair of extremely high-heeled boots. Ballet boot they where called. Lyle could not help stare at how the thigh high boots shaped his wife legs. Her entire body was being supported on two square inches of foot support. She was slowly become the woman of his most deepest desires.

The Machine

Fri, 18 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000

It had arrived by truck that morning. The delivery men had struggled to lift the crate off the truck and get it onto the moving trolley. After considerable effort they managed to move it into the space provided in the garage. After the movers had left, she looked at it and opened the attached envelope. It read:

“Dear new owner. Take care of me and I will do likewise. But do not open until one week after I have arrived. From Master X”

The Machine

Fri, 18 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000

“Dear new owner. Take care of me and I will do likewise. But do not open until one week after I have arrived. From Master X”

A Demonstration

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

Georgia’s friend, Janine had been working on her engineering project for almost a year now. It was finished and she’d asked Georgia to come to her workshop and take a look as she thought Georgia would appreciate her project. She was eager to see what was so special as she arrived. ‘Wow’, Georgia thought as she entered the workshop, Janine had constructed some sort of huge assembly line. Janine stood nearby at some computer controls next to what appeared to be the start of the line as she entered.

Accidental Inheritance

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

Little did I know what I was in for. I do not regret it, but it was a bit of a surprise.

It all started one Friday night, I had been out with a couple of girls from work. At this one bar there stood a man in his thirties waiting for a drink. He was not exactly the best looking man in the room, but he was definitely not the worst either. About 5'10" to 6’ in height, a little overweight, close-cropped dark blond or light brown hair and he wore glasses. He was dressed business casual, dark dress pants, a Polo shirt, and black dress shoes. Something about him had peaked my interest.

Batgirl - The Return 8: Cause & Affect

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

(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 7: The Next Plot)_

Part 8: Cause & Affect

The weekend brought nothing new to report on any front, and Gotham City enjoyed a weekend of relative calm. As always, crime was in the news, as were the Caped Crusaders. But as of late, things were calm, and the exploits of the super criminals were in a lull, or at least the early planning stages.

Batgirl vs the Professor 10: Aftermath

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

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 9: Visitors)

Part 10: Aftermath

Batgirl was taken down from her perch on the X-frame, but ordered not to move. Her cape was taken off and draped over a chair. After giving her orders on what to do and what not to do, she went and helped the Professor bring each of the kittens back to the testing center.

Each kitten had fallen into a different and unique trap. The first kitten, falling through the floor outside the testing center, had been caught in sticky webbing that enveloped her body like a cocoon. She had been gassed and knocked out, rolled in the center on a 4-wheeled cart and left on the floor.

Batgirl vs the Professor 11: The Next Victims

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

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 10: Aftermath)

Part 11: The Next Victims

After getting their lusts and clothing under control, the two women took their new orders and did as commanded.

The first thing was to get Catwoman into a new position to witness the proceedings. A small spray of gas was shot into her face and she was out cold. She was let down from the hook and left on the floor. A second spray was used over her plastic cage, which broke it down and dissolved it into a fine powder.

Batgirl vs the Professor 12: The Results

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

(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

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

(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 2: Meeting the Professor

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

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 1: The Hunt Begins)

Part 2: Meeting the Professor

Batgirl had no idea how long she was asleep. Things came back in fuzzy at first, but she saw nothing. In times past she had heard the cracking laughter of Joker or Harley Quinn when she was coming out of one of these stupors. Sometimes she felt the caring touch of Batman or Robin.

Or the erotic touch of Catwoman and her kittens.

Batgirl vs the Professor 4: Results

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

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 3: Mind Bender)

Part 4: Results

What transpired next, Barbara Gordon never knew. She had no idea how long she was in the chamber, if it was for twenty minutes or twenty hours. Everything became such a blur, she wasn’t even sure it really happened.

When she awoke, she could hardly move. At first, all she knew was her head was thundering like she had been among a rack of chiming church bells, and she was tied to one of the bell’s strikers.

Batgirl vs the Professor 5: Annie Goodbody

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

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 4: Results)

Part 5: Annie Goodbody

Enough of self pity and selfishness. There ware more at stake here than one person. The Professor needed to be stopped, along with his sick ideas and inventions. It was Batgirl’s duty to prevent anyone else from being harmed (or worse) by the Professors gadgets and traps. Batgirl’s mission was to put him out of business, deprive the super criminals of their death traps and evil toys, and protect Gotham City from the dangers they imposed.

Batgirl vs the Professor 6: In the Testing Center

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

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 5: Annie Goodbody)

Part 6: In the Testing Center

The testing center looked just like the name stated. It was large, taking up over half the basement level. The ceiling was at least 10 feet high and covered with iron beams and the wooden floor above. Several florescent lights were mounted above, but none were on. Regular incandescent bulbs from floor lamps bouncing off the ceiling gave a softer, more intimate lighting to the room.

Batgirl vs the Professor 7: Plans and Flashbacks

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

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 6: In the Testing Center)

Part 7: Plans and Flashbacks

Morning started with Annie brining fresh food and drink and a new box. Dreading what might be in it, Batgirl ate her breakfast first. To her surprise a small folded piece of paper was below her muffin. Careful not to overreact to the note, she casually moved it to the side, then palmed it so the camera would not catch sight of it. She finished her meal and headed for the shower. There she read the small note, her body blocking the camera from seeing it.

Batgirl vs the Professor 8: Escape Attempt

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

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 7: Plans and Flashbacks)

Part 8: Escape Attempt

Annie Goodbody returned a short time later. Barbara watched as she approached, her lab coat gone. How fantastic of a figure the woman had as she moved. The shiny black rubber clothing and sky high heels made her look so sexy and desirable in an incredibly erotic way.

She made Batgirl stand and after collecting the collar and gag from the table, they headed out of the room. She made no move to put them as they boarded the elevator.

Batgirl vs the Professor 9: Visitors

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

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 8: Escape Attempt)

Part 9: Visitors

After helping the bound heroine to her feet, the three headed back down to the testing center. Once there, her ankle and wrists cuffs were removed as well as her gag.

“Well done.” She whispered to Annie when the professor was out of ear shot. “We’ll try again soon.”

Batgirl was ordered not to resist or move unless instructed. Plenty of instructions followed to get her current position.

Charlotte's Latex Bitches

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

The English weather was living up to expectation, cold, wet, and windy! Charlotte was trying to find her front door key, she put down her two suitcases and fumbled through her bag, finally she saw her bunch of keys and picked the most likely to open the front door and get her out of the rain! Charlotte shared the house with Helen, Helen worked at the same investment company as Charlotte, Charlotte was a Manager of a foreign commodities section, Helen on the other hand was a secretary for Ms Jacobs in accounts. The two of them had been at school together, in different years, with Charlotte being a year older then Helen..

Dream Weaver: Origins and Dreams

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

(story continues from Dream Weaver: A Week in Plastic)

Dream Weaver: Origins and Dreams

Oh. So you want to know how my shop got its name eh? Yes, that will do nicely for a story. Though at that time I wasn’t really recording anything, so this will just be what I happen to be able to remember. It was maybe… about twenty years ago? Maybe a little more, time doesn’t really hold that much meaning for me beyond day to day appointments. Anyway, I was just getting bored of my “live like a normal person” phase, and was looking for an outlet for my magic. Somehow, though I can’t remember the details of it, I got it in my head that it would be fun to pretend to be a genie and grant someone’s wish. So I enchanted one of those classic genie-oil-lamps to alert me if someone rubbed it. Then I tossed it aside in a park in the middle of the night and left. I remember it took a few days for someone to finally try it, but it did eventually happen, and I did pop out of the lamp wearing a stereotypical Arabian outfit. Now, I’d expected there to be a handful of people around, maybe with a few poking fun at the person who rubbed the lamp, so I made a grand sweeping bow saying “How may I serve you master?” before I took a look at my surroundings. An ear-piercing shriek brought me to my senses, and caused me to take stock of where I was; standing in a bathroom with a young woman soaking in a tub, at that moment trying to gather soap around herself in an attempt to conceal her body. I made a quick judgement call, and decided it would be more fun not to break character. “Well Mistress, if you didn’t like the idea of me seeing you naked perhaps you shouldn’t have summoned me while washing yourself.” I said, keeping the somewhat haughty tone I’d used when entering. “I didn’t actually expect that to work! Genies aren’t real! Nothing is supposed to happen when you rub a lamp!” She retorted while still trying to cover herself. “I’ll admit my kind are rare, but there ARE stories about us. Never discount stories as totally false, they have to come from somewhere right?” Just as a side note, genies ARE real, they just like to keep to themselves. That Aladdin movie had it all wrong; their lamps are a paradise for them. They’re basically gods of their own realms in there so why would they want to come out? “I’m still allowed to be surprised that you popped out, you just said yourself that you’re rare!” “OK I’ll give you that. Now, as long as I’m here I believe I owe you three wishes?” “Would it count as a wish for me to ask you to turn around so I can get out of here and at least wrap a towel around myself?” “I suppose that one can be on me.” “Thank you.” At this point I turned and she got out of the tub and began to dry herself off. “So do you have a name?” “Call me Quill, Mistress.” Now, it was fortunate for me that she didn’t ask me to leave to room. Why you might ask? Because she forgot that there was a mirror behind me. When she got out of the bath I got a rather good look at her body, before she wrapped it in a towel. She was maybe five-and-a-half feet tall, and couldn’t have weighed more than one-twenty, with a fair amount of that weight distributed on her chest. She had strawberry blonde hair in soft curls down just beyond her shoulders, a fair complexion, and amazingly clear skin. If that rogue mage from my last story had captured this girl, she would never spend longer than a few minutes on display before someone rented her again. “And you call me Laura, being called Mistress feels weird.” “Very well Laura. So now that you’ve dried off, do you have any wishes?” “Well…” She turned so red at this point that I figured she’d have boiled her bath if she was still in it. “I do have one wish. You might think it’s silly though.” “If it is for something frivolous then do not worry yourself. I know you mere mortals have strange tastes, and it is not my job to judge them, just to indulge them.” “Well… I need to figure out how to phrase this. I don’t want my wish to backfire on me.” “Then perhaps I can help you figure that part out. I know some stories of my brethren have us deliberately misinterpreting wishes for our own sadistic amusement, and I wish to assure you I am not that kind of genie.” “How do I know I can trust you?” “You don’t. But just don’t say ‘I wish’ before you talk it out to me and I cannot act on it.” “I guess that part is true. OK, I’ll just think out loud then. You let me say what all I’m thinking, then I’ll ask for your opinion. Got it Quill?” “Ok Laura, do as you wish.” “By the time I have used all three of my wishes, this is what I want to have happened: I want to be a toy. Not a woman, not even really me, at least not the way I am now. I want someone to own my body, and I want my body to do whatever that person says, up to and including having it change shape on their command. I want to always remain a woman though, and always humanoid. Things like my hair colour, ethnicity, breast size and the like would be totally up to my owner though. Even what my body is made of could be changed on command; if my owner wants me to be a statue, great! A lovedoll? No sweat! As for my mind, I want to be disconnected from myself, in kind of a waking dream state. I would see my owner as my boyfriend/husband, and I would be in the perfect relationship. So, is this all possible?” I was… stunned to say the least. She’d obviously been harbouring this fantasy for quite some time and I did want to help her with it, but it involved mind-magic. Now, I don’t think I’ve fully explained my position on messing with other peoples heads so let me do it here: it’s evil. Oh, it can be used for some good purposes, but overall it’s powerful, dangerous magic that has a good chance to corrupt the user and target alike. IF the target is willing then there’s no chance of them being corrupted, but there is still a good chance for the caster. Corruption, in magic terms, is a persons personal magic supply becoming tainted with impure emotions. What impure emotions are are up for debate, but hate, disdain for life, and the need to rob others of their free will, are pretty safe bets. What corruption means for a mage is that they’re slowly going to be taken over by their magic; losing themselves to the pursuit of whatever tainted them to begin with. So someone who became corrupted by enslaving people is going to go out and try more and more crazy things to enslave more and more people. For a non-mage corruption tends to lead to insanity. So it’s something to be avoided. There is however one single, convoluted, difficult, and time-consuming method to get around all of that though: a technique known as Dream Weaving. It can only be performed on a willing subject, so that eliminates the chances of the target being corrupted. Additionally it can only be used to make changes the target desires, and I’m not talking waking desires, I mean the desires of the heart. If someone wants something badly enough it becomes a part of them, and Dream Weaving is all about the mage making those desires manifest, by giving the subconscious enough power to make it happen. So because the mage isn’t actually doing all that much, besides providing power, and maybe a gently nudging the targets dreams in the right direction, there’s no chance of corruption. This is the technique I used with Laura, after explaining how it was possible of course. “So that’s what I would need to do in order to complete your wish.” “You can’t just snap your fingers and make it happen?” “Unfortunately no. What you are asking for would take more power than I have available to me at any given moment, but over the course of time I can make it happen. You need only say ‘I wish for you to fulfil my innermost desire’ and I will begin carrying out my task each time you sleep.” “Well then… Quill, I wish for you to fulfil my innermost desire.” “I shall begin tonight then. Sweet dreams Laura.”

Her Contract Entails 3

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

(story continues from Her Contract Entails 2)

Part Three

The darkness of the room was not truly penetrated as the door opened, but the corridor outside was filled with a shading of deep shadow rather than an absence of light and so a portion small degree of that dark was replaced with shades of grey instead. A vaguely human shape flitted through the gloom and made for the bed, followed moments later by a far larger figure that could have been mistaken for a hunched bear. While the smaller figure moved with purpose and without pause, the larger constantly glanced back over one shoulder as if fearing discovery at any moment.

Her New Position

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

This story is the Male point-of-view version of “My New Position” and shows a darker side to the story…

The subliminal messaging seem to work well with this one, the speakers hidden in her office have been playing from the time she started working for me as my PA, now a several weeks later the conditioning to accept latex clothing as normal, something that she desires above all else seems to have come to fruition, the trigger for her responses, the ‘damaged’ parcel containing the latex catsuit has just been delivered to her by the courier.

Jillian's Mouse Trap 3: Reinforced Rubber Encasement

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

continued from part 2

Chapter 3: Reinforced Rubber Encasement

Jillian was numbed. She had been in this small room for unknown hours…days? She was trained and responding to the orders without hesitation.

She had just finished her cleansing break and was expecting to be put in exercise mode. The other door latch on the other door in the room clicked.

“Proceed into the next room.”

Jillian trotted to the door. Anything to break the boredom of this routine! She literally flew into the next room.

Kim's Tail 1: Kim's Introduction

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

Chapter 1: Kim’s Introduction

Kim walked into the solicitors’ office with a certain degree of discomfort. She wore a simple black dress, with matching handbag and shoes, as befitted the occasion. But even this nod to the conventions normally expected was a lie.

“Hypocrite”, she silently cursed. “He was a complete bastard and you’re not sorry that he is gone. The only reason that you are sitting here is for your chance to get your hands on 1.2 billion or at least a share.”

Kim's Tail 2: Honey's Training Regime

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

(story continues from Kim’s Tail 1: Kim’s Introduction)_

Chapter 2: Honey’s Training Regime

Although Kim had tried to use some of the drinking water to keep herself clean, her captors obviously felt she was getting a little grubby. The first that Kim knew about this however was when the buzzer sounded. As she had walked over to the food tray, which did not appear, her bedding and litter tray swivelled into their wall slots, leaving the room completely bare. The next instant, powerful jets of water erupted from small holes in the walls, drenching Kim in seconds. After a minute or two the jets stopped leaving Kim shocked and shivering with cold as the surplus water funnelled down the drain hole in the corner of the room.

Kim's Tail 3: Hazel

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

(story continues from Kim’s Tail 2: Honey’s Training Regime)_

Chapter 3: Hazel

Hazel stood beside the helicopter as the pilot unloaded her luggage. Turning around she addressed Mr Prentice.

“This is quite a set up. How long can I stay here?”

“As long as you wish Ms O’Keif. Mr Star did not specify a time limit, merely that you should have full use of the Island.”

Hazel studied the man for a moment and was immediately taken by the notion that he looked remarkably like Penfold, from the children’s television program “Dangermouse”. Short, fat, balding, glasses and earnest expression.

Kimmy Doll

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

Part One

John Hupfnagle’s head was lolling forward on his chest when he came out of his stupor. He tried to raise it, but had no luck. He wondered for a moment if his neck was broken, then realized he couldn’t move any part of his body.

As he groggily tried to remember where he was or how he had got there, he realized that he was sitting upright in some sort of chair. He couldn’t see anything but his lap and his arms, which were secured with heavy leather straps, but it was clear that he was secured into something like the complex recliner you find in an oral surgeon’s office.

Lillith's Tails Part 6: Lillith's Children

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

(story continues from Lillith’s Tails Part 5: The Birth of Lillith)_

Lillith’s Tails Part 6: Lillith’s Children

It was long past midnight in a sleepy English village when the phone rang in a quiet bedroom, the room was sparse the owner having spent so long moving from hotel to hotel, he had never really cultivated the clutter of a normal person. The only visible expression of its owner’s personality a small hand carved wooden chest at the foot of the bed. The sleeper stirred reluctantly at the screeching sound of the phone intruding into his dreams. A dark skinned hand appeared from under the heavy covers and groped around until it found the phone. “Hello, who is this?” The voice was sleepy but still melodic the words touched with a faint foreign accent. “It’s me Eddy, Anjou something has happened… I’m going away for a while can you call the servants and have them come back in the morning and clean up the place… I’ve had a party and the place is quite messed up i’ll leave the repairs in your hands.” The voice on the other end of the line couldn’t have sounded more different, the words were strained and worried the talker seemed to be very worried about something. “Is everything all right sir? You sound quite distressed.” Anjou’s voice sharpened as the last vestiges of sleep fell away his tone losing its singsong tone and developing a strong British accent. “I’m fine Anjou, just fine I just have the urge to travel for awhile I will contact you in due time, until then look after the mansion and keep it prepared in case I return without warning.” “You will not be requiring me to travel with you sir?” “No Anjou I’m… I’m going on my own this time, I’ll keep in touch by email.” Anjou was about to reply when the line clicked and went dead. He knew that his employer was often given to such flights of hedonism but he had never sounded so disturbed before. Shrugging off his nagging worried Anjou rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, after all there was plenty of time to worry in the morning… The Mansion turned out to be a total disaster area, half of the rooms had been reduced to total chaos, expensive sculptures smashed, pictures shredded and everything overturned, most of the upper floor was untouched but someone had gone through every closet in the place and thrown clothing everywhere. Anjou toured the disaster before the staff arrived picking his way from room to room surveying the wreckage. Edward Black super rich playboy and devoted hedonist had thrown some wild parties over the years but this one did not make even the slighted bit of sense. Eddy as he insisted on everyone calling him would never throw a party without at least a dozen of his well paid private staff to ensure his guests every need was fulfilled, and he certainly would have informed Anjou who’s job it was to provide transport, entertainment and occasionally alibi’s. No Anjou mused, this… chaos had been done systematically. Someone had gone from room to room destroying and wrecking everything they touched. Anjou was wandering through the ruins of Eddy’s largest art gallery picking his way over smashed statues and mounds of shredded clothing when he heard the distant sound of the main doors opening and the murmured conversation of the staff as they filed into the hall. Turning back to meet them he saw one of Eddies larger modern art pieces a gigantic metal snake made out of scrap iron, he had missed it before because the imposing statue had been reduced to a pile of shredded metal half covered with clothing. What caught his attention now was the head, its neck buried into the wall above the doorway… seven feet up. Lauri stood in the entrance of the mansion and took in the devastation with a sinking feeling. “It’s going to take forever to clean this mess up.” Her friend Angelique shot her a sympathising smile. Lauri was one of the two full time Maids responsible for keeping the place tidy all year round, Angelique was the other and over the years she had cleaned up after some seriously destructive parties but this was something else. At 22 Lauri was the older of the two, hired straight out of the local high school at 16 and trained to be a professional maid at Eddy’s expense. Beautiful dark eyes, long curly black hair, smooth fair skin and an impressive bust at DD she knew full well like the rest of the staff Eddy had hired her for her looks rather than any ability. Eddie usually went for slim bug breasted bimbo’s but her rich full figure had been too much for the Billionaire playboy to pass up. However, as she had long since discovered it was a passing interest that usually stopped shortly after he took them to bed. The job paid triple what it should and if she had to put up with his wandering hands so be it. Angelique on the other hand was recently employed and still had that starry eyed expression that told Eddy hadn’t tired of his new toy yet. “The sooner you get started the sooner you will be finished girl, at least you have Angelique here to help you.” Miss Parker a thin waspish woman with a short temper ruled the kitchens and the maids with an iron hand, currently she stood hands on hips glaring at Lauri for daring to speak. Unlike the two maids in their traditional black and white uniforms Miss Parker wore a severe white dress that emphasised her slim frame. “We will all be working together to clean the house.” Lauri started as Anjou appeared at the top of the stairs. “That includes you Miss Parker. The entire house is much the same as this so I have called in the entire staff, they will be here in another hour.” Lauri hid a smile at her superior’s furious expression at being corrected in front of the two maids, Anjou Eddy’s butler was the only member of staff who could order the head cook around and he would not stand for her bullying. Usually when Mr Black was away Anjou was always with him which left just the three of them to look after the house and a couple of gardeners to keep the grounds, If Anjou had called back the entire staff there would soon be a dozen more hands to help. Of course if the entire building was like this they would need them all. “Will Mr Black be back soon Anjou?” Angelique’s voice was soft and dreamy much like her personality. “He will be back in due time he did not leave an exact date for his return just instructions to keep the place ready for him.” “Like we don’t do that already” Lauri muttered under her breath drawing another of Miss Parker’s glares. “Ladies if you would start in the kitchens I will send the rest of the staff to join you as they arrive.” Anjou watched as the three women headed for the wreckage of the kitchens, as soon as they were out of sight he headed for the elevator. Even if Eddy’s party had happened no human being could have torn apart that statue let alone hammered its head into the wall above the door, Anjou hurried to the secret hiding place of the one creature on earth likely to possess such strength. The wine cellar was a mess, bottles smashed and racks turned to splintered kindling, Anjou stepped out of the lift into a sea of expensive wine staining the floor red as blood. The Vivarium door stood open the flickering lights revealing a mass of broken glass and bent metal of the snakes that inhabited it there was no sign. Anjou picked his way across the floor to the concealed lever that opened the door to Eddies most secret pet but found it gone. The whole mechanism had been torn out of the wall and lay in twisted pieces. Lillith’s lair was locked and nothing short of a team of workmen with heavy equipment would open the door again. Lauri lifted the remains of a splintered door and wiped her forehead on her sleeve. It looked like whoever had trashed the place has simply broken down any door that was locked and then trashed whatever they found beyond. The rest of the temporary staff that were usually called in when Eddy was at home had turned up some time ago relieving Lauri and Angelique of Miss Parker’s ever watchful gaze, now the kitchen was in rough order and the work was spreading out to the surrounding rooms. “Why break down the doors Eddy has a key that unlocks every room in the place.” Angelique’s petulant tone had been getting worse for the past hour. “I don’t know what happened here Ange but this wasn’t a party looks more like a warzone, I think Mr Black pissed off someone and this is a warning.” Angelique looked shocked. “Do you think Eddy might be hurt?” “Its Mr Black to us Ange don’t let Miss Parker hear you call him by his first name again or she will have your guts on a plate.” Lauri sighed at her friend’s stubborn expression, it wasn’t her fault she was still new to this and still Eddy’s favourite she would eventually realise her place and then she would probably quit like the rest but until then Lauri had a chance to teach her to accept her place. “I don’t give a crap what that old bitch Sandra says Eddy told me to call him by his first name and I shall.” Angelique stood their with her hands on her hips glaring at Lauri, if she hadn’t been five foot tall the diminutive blond would have looked stern but the skinny girl just managed to make herself look comical. “Its got nothing to do with Mr Black, its protocol that’s one of the things you should have learned when he sent you to learn how to do this, you always call a butler and the head cook by their surname and the master is always sir or madam.” There was much more to it of course but as it was usually just the four of them she didn’t have to bother with the rest of it. “But we call Anjou by his first name.” Angelique’s tone was getting even more stubborn they had been over this before but she never listened. “That’s because he doesn’t have a surname Anjou is the only name he’s got and your avoiding the point Miss Parker will fire you if she catches you again.” “Eddy wouldn’t let her he’s the one who decides who gets a job if she tries he’ll fire her!” Eddy wouldn’t even wave Angelique goodbye if she got herself fired Lauri mused. He would simply hire another cute ass and steal her virginity like all the rest, God Lauri thought to herself i’d better watch it I’m getting bitter in my old age. “Look Ange just try and behave okay we don’t need any more trouble right now.” Lauri leaned the badly sagging door against the wall and dusted herself down. “Now lets get out of here and find somewhere that doesn’t require me lifting things that weigh more than you.” “Hey what’s this?” Angelique bent down and picked up something that had been hidden under the door, it glittered gold and green between her fingers. “That’s odd looks like a scale or something it’s probably from a fancy dress worn by one of his bimbos.” The scale was roughly egg shaped its point ending in a flat end, the whole thing was about half an inch across and semi translucent green shot through with gold veins. “I’d kill to wear things like all those models he hangs around with, I think i’d look better than them they all have boob jobs and liposuction to look that good.” If Angelique didn’t fill out more than her current B cup Lauri had no doubt Eddy would eventually offer her the same thing, the dumb blonde would accept too. The two girls continued their friendly bickering as they made their way up the corridor. Anjou was becoming seriously worried, every secret entrance to the underground areas of the mansion had been sabotaged. Levers ripped out, wiring destroyed, all the release mechanisms were ruined. Presumably anyone on the inside could still use them but no one could get in. Anjou was coming to some disturbing conclusions about the previous night’s events. Eddy Black was the only employer Anjou had ever had, in his teens he and his entire people had been rescued from the poverty of the mainland relocation camps and returned by Eddy to their ancestral island. The only thanks Eddy asked for this seemingly benevolent act was loyalty, secrecy and a few people to train to work for him. Back then Eddy had been a young man scarce more than a child himself and filled with the drive to make himself incalculably wealthy. Anjou had been sent to England to learn the ways of civilised society as Eddy called it, mostly that meant learning how to lie more and more convincingly for his employer.

My Odyssey Part 13: Bondage School by As narrated

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

(story continues from My Odyssey Part Part 12: Anne’s Sexual Adventures by As narrated)_

My Odyssey

As narrated by Anne-Marie Killamajiian, Wife of Ahmed, of the House of Mustaffa, the Diamond Merchant

Warning: This story involves bondage, consensual sex, domination, coercion, sex changes, sexual slavery, rape, and other jiggery-pokery. It is entirely fictional, and is intended as entertainment for adults only. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or to any location or activity is purely coincidental. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. (As if anybody ever is!)

My Odyssey Part 14: Regressive Memory Training by As narrated

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

(story continues from My Odyssey Part 13: Bondage School by As narrated)_

My Odyssey

As narrated by Anne-Marie Killamajiian, Wife of Ahmed, of the House of Mustaffa, the Diamond Merchant

My Odyssey Part 7: Nurse Betty by As narrated

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

(story continues from My Odyssey Part 6: Miss Sims by As narrated)_

My Odyssey

As narrated by Anne-Marie Killamajiian, Wife of Ahmed, of the House of Mustaffa, the Diamond Merchant

My Odyssey Part Part 10: Meeting Edie by As narrated

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

(story continues from My Odyssey Part 9: My Second Day by As narrated)_

My Odyssey

As narrated by Anne-Marie Killamajiian, Wife of Ahmed, of the House of Mustaffa, the Diamond Merchant

My Odyssey Part Part 12: Anne’s Sexual Adventures by As narrated

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

(story continues from My Odyssey Part Part 11: The Beauty Shop by As narrated)_

My Odyssey

As narrated by Anne-Marie Killamajiian, Wife of Ahmed, of the House of Mustaffa, the Diamond Merchant

My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 1: Into the Arms of a Stranger

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

Part 1: Into the Arms of a Stranger

I was looking forward to this weekend, both with excitement and trepidation of what I would be doing, I would be placing myself in the hands of a complete stranger, someone who I’d only ever corresponded with on the internet on doll groups, chatting about our likes and dislikes. I’d only tried rubber clothing when I was in college, with a latex mini-skirt I’d bought for a party where the theme was fetishism, I’d topped this with another item of rubber in the form of a white latex blouse, I’d worn silk stockings and high heels to complete the look of a rubber school teacher.

My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 2: Stored & Displayed

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

(story continues from My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 1: Into the Arms of a Stranger)_

Part 2: Stored & Displayed

Saturday

_When he awoke in the morning Rbr_Bob rolled over to check on his new rubber dolly, I was still laying there just as he left when he had finished using me last night, he’d placed the headphones on me and rolled over and quickly fell asleep, I must have worn my master out!

My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 3: Party Decoration

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

(story continues from My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 2: Stored & Displayed)_

Part 3: Party Decoration

Saturday

_I was left stood on the display stand in the glass cabinet, ‘Rbr_Bob’ had left the room, I watched as he left through to door, now I was alone, stored like a good dolly should be when not being played with but this had the benefit for me of being able to see and be seen, I was an object on display. I took the time to look around from what I could see with my limited vision. The collar did a wonderful job of holding my head still, not that I would have moved anyway but it helped to keep my head still. All I could do was look straight out, my eyes fixed like any other doll, but I could see the cross like frame on the wall opposite me, the straps at the top of the timber and I wondered to myself what it was and what it would be used for, and also if dolly would be going on there, it would be great fun for dolly to be attached to the frame and master to play with me, dolly likes being played with.

Patio Doll

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

Chelsea glanced through a magazine as she sat on the couch and waited for Jack’s arrival. He had contacted her earlier that day to tell her he had figured out a way for her to enjoy her vacation without going on the trip she had planned. Chelsea mentally grimaced as she remembered how she had booked a trip for a 7 day - 6 night stay at a hotel in Haiti. However, the recent spate of hurricanes that swept through the Caribbean had resulted in severe damage to the hotel she had booked for the trip. Her travel agent had told her that she could rebook with another hotel but she would have postpone her trip for at least two weeks due to overbooking. Considering all the hassles Chelsea overcame in booking the time off from work, it pointed to Chelsea spending a winter vacation at home surrounded by snow and cold instead of sand and sunshine. “Jack certainly sounded like he had a good idea. As long as it’s not something tacky like some sort of thing where I use some sort of painted backdrop, soothing music and a tanning bed……” Chelsea thought to herself to she tossed the magazine into a nearby rack and stood up to go to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. The percolator was just starting to issue steam when Chelsea heard the doorbell ring indicating Jack had finally arrived. When she opened the front door, Chelsea found Jack standing with what looked like a stack of long cardboard boxes and a long wooden item that had a tarp draped over it. “Turn that frown upside down, Chelsea. I’ve got something here that will make your time here seem like you’re on that sandy beach in Haiti,” Jack exclaimed while dragging the stuff with him inside. As Chelsea looked on with bemusement, she saw her friend quickly take various items out of the boxes and start assembling together with cursory glances at a set of instructions. The blonde haired woman’s amusement was quickly joined by a mental feeling of slight annoyance as she saw Jack was assembling what looked like a tanning bed with a painted backdrop of a summer beach scene standing behind it. “I know, I know, it’s not the same thing as fruit drinks and warm sea breezes but this is almost as good. I was trying to think of something to get you of your funk over your trip falling through when I found an offer that is almost too good to be true. There’s a new place in town, Tanya’s Tanning Salon, that was looking for women to take trial runs of a new tanning bed they were looking to use in the future. If you agree to sign this standard non disclosure agreement and do a few simple things outlined in the accompanying form, you get free usage of the tanning bed and a generous supply of body lotions and ointments. What do ya think?” Jack said as he handed one of the boxes to Chelsea. Frowning slightly, the blonde haired woman looked inside the box and saw that it contained roughly a dozen or so plastic bottles of various sizes and shapes. Popping open the top on one of the bottles, Chelsea took a quick sniff and found the aroma to be very pleasant. “Hmmmm, sounds like a good deal. There’s got to be some sort of catch to an offer like this…. there always is!” Chelsea muttered as she plucked a large bottle with red liquid out to see what the ingredients were. “Actually, that was my first thought too. However, I talked to the shop’s owner, Tanya Roberts, and she assured me that as long as you fill out the forms detailing your experience with the bed and lotions, it’s all free for you to use. I’ll swing by in seven days or so to pick up all this stuff and you can tell me at that point how wrong your assumptions were,” Jack replied with a broad smile appearing on his face. “Ehhhh, I guess so. If I get a bad burn or a skin rash from any of this stuff, though, you’ll be hearing from me first,” Chelsea said with a long look at Jack. Knowing what THAT meant, Jack silently nodded and quickly bade his friend good-bye. Chelsea looked around the boxes and equipment and sighed openly. “The things I get talked into sometimes….. ah, well……. " the blonde haired woman said softly as she kicked one of the boxes on the floor with her right foot. With that, she busied herself for the next half hour or so putting stuff in order before heading off to her bedroom to change into something more appropriate. Roughly twenty or so minutes later, Chelsea emerged from her bedroom wearing a red bikini cut high on the thighs trimmed in black and silver. Although she figured she wasn’t going to the beach, she may as well get into the spirit of the thing. “Let’s see, ‘apply tanning solution # 001 if you plan to use bed under 20 minutes otherwise # 002 is to be use. The lotions are designed to give you the maximum protection for sub-epidermal tissue while you achieve the fantastic tan you desire.’ This sounds ok so far…… " Chelsea said to herself before retrieving the bottle in question. Dabbling a generous portion on her right hand, she applied to her chest, arms and thighs before turning her attention to the tanning bed. Plugging the bright white apparatus in, she set a timer next to the bed and programmed it for 25 minutes. Humming a tune she had heard on the radio earlier that day, Chelsea, after putting a set of small goggles over her eyes, gingerly laid on the bed and closed the lid on her.

Plant(ed) 2 - The Diet Plan

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

(story continues from Plant(ed)1: Her First)

Plant(ed) 2 - The Diet Plan.

This story is not your usual self bondage or mind control story, this story is the story of my studies and my interviews over the last few weeks. While my wife was busy enjoying her so-called self bondage adventure inside of our illegal alien plant I did some research online. You see my wife let our alien plant take her into it and I had to spend so much time alone wondering if she would even come out alive that I worried, so I did research. What I found where many different and strange plants that had been found near the meteor crater. This story is a short about one of these plants.

Plant(ed) 5.01 – Expert

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

Note from author: I warn you that you probably won’t get a lot of this if you have not read the rest of the plant series.

Plant(ed) 5.01 – Expert

I should say that by now I am an expert on the alien plants. That being said I am also an addict.

You see I’m a soldier stationed in the village near the crater crash site. My assignment is the most boring I have ever had, in or out of the military. The entire village population had been forced to move into quarantine after the crash and to hold up the appearance that nothing was amiss in this town we had populated the entire area with military folk acting as village folk. Most of the military folk had experience with this or that and were useful in the research or confinement of the alien plant species popping up all over the area around the meteorite crash site.

Plant(ed) 5.02 - Expert Makes New Friends

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

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Plant(ed) 5.02 - Expert Makes New Friends

The next couple of days I went out and did basically the same thing and every day the urges to go do it again got stronger and stronger. I barely even remembered that at one time I had been disgusted at the idea of being molested by an alien plant, now I was submitting myself to them fondling me daily. My excuse to myself was that it was just a really safe place (safe from human eyes at least) to go sun tanning. After only two days I realized that instead of using my vibrator (which I still used) to disarm the plants ability to suppress the sense of touch, I found that using a military transmitter used to control remote vehicles and such produced more than enough “electrical interference” that I could feel the bulbers all over my body while I sun bathed. Now that I had become more comfortable with the entire process of sunbathing and avoiding the jeep patrols I got a little more daring. I wanted to sunbathe longer than usual so instead of sneaking out of the fence and having to open and close the hole I decided to hide inside the forest just past the charred zone inside the fence, while the patrol Jeep passed.

Plant(ed) 5.03 – Addicted

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

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Plant(ed) 5.03 – Addicted

After I fed my “husband” breakfast and he went off to work, I began to think about my situation. I had a “new friend” and I knew that if I went to him… well I’m calling the pitcher plant a him because it makes me feel less guilty that I’m thinking of it sexually, even though I know that most flowers are naturally both sexes it just felt better to call him a him. Anyways I knew that if I went back to him that I would just crave it more. I tried to steel myself against going to him but somehow I was drawn back to that forest! I just had to see him one more time, and thinking about him almost as if he were a boyfriend or a lover… That morning, while doing chores to distract myself from thoughts of him, a warm feeling like the idea of going to see a lover that has been distant for a long while, would wash over me whenever I thought of going to his spot in the forest. I was almost even starting to think of “rabbit” as our pet.

Plant(ed) 5.04 - Expert Down the “rabbit-hole”

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

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Plant(ed) 5.04 - Expert Down the “rabbit-hole”

Today I am going to give myself to the pitcher plant, well at least my lower body. I figure if I let it take me to the belly button should be safe. I prepared myself by taking a brisk shower and shaving my pussy. I didn’t have to shave my legs because last night all the hair that was left on my right leg had fallen out, leaving a mess in my bed, but a beautiful healthy sheen on my leg so that it matched my right leg. My arms had done the same and my breasts felt perkier and more sensitive than they had in years. I wondered if that was because of the plant’s restoration properties or because of elevated hormone levels from the sting yesterday. That being said, I wondered which hormone’s levels had been changed, and how would that affect my body and my reactions.

Plant(ed) 5.05 – Awakening

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

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Plant(ed) 5.05 – Awakening

Waking up I found that I was now trapped inside of what felt like a bag of mucus. Realizing where I was I wondered for a moment how I could breath, even as I wondered my body automatically took another “breath” of the liquid and amazingly enough it seemed to be supplying me with oxygen. Every once in a while I would gag on the texture and swallow some due to the fact that I’m not used to breathing liquids, but on the whole it was not as difficult to breath as you would think.

Plant(ed) 5.06 – Expert Returns

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

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Plant(ed) 5.06 – Expert Returns

… … Awake … Where am I … oh I’m in my bed, the alarm is going off. What is that feeling…

As I started to wake up some, though very disoriented for some reason, I reached between my legs to find out what the odd sensation in my sex was and found my vibrator still humming dully, hanging half way out of my sex. The vibrator had been held fast inside of me because it was pinched between my very sour thighs.

Plant(ed) 5.07 – Expert Courier

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

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Plant(ed) 5.07 – Expert Courier

After my “husband” had left for work and I had cleaned up from breakfast I went up to his room and found the door left partly open. I went inside and found everything in the room covered with a super fine dusting. Realizing that my “husband” would notice, if he had not already, I started cleaning his room, careful not to disturb anything.

Plant(ed)1: Her First

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

Plant(ed)1: Her First

Plant(ed)3: Fair Warning

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

(story continues from Plant(ed) 2 - The Diet Plan)

Plant(ed)3: Fair Warning

Plastique Surgery

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

Her blindfold was removed and she could see before her a laboratory with several computer panels and monitoring devices.

“Miss Williams…” a voice from behind her crooned.

“Roger Vaincroft!” Her eyes were now filled with hatred and anger at the sing-song man standing behind her.

“Ah…so you remember me, my dear…that’s good! I was hoping the very reason my career as a plastic surgeon ended would at least remember my voice, if not my face.”

Presents

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

If you are under 18 years of age, or are offended by graphic descriptions of sex and other activities and expressions of an adult nature, please stop reading at the first opportunity after this paragraph.

Part 1: Diana

Dianne wearily extracted her white stockinged leg from her car, dropping one of her conservative, plain cream pumps on the garage floor, and paused to stare at her fallen shoe which lay rocking on the black tarmac. Her layoff had finally come today and she had just driven home on habit alone. Once the familiar commuting ritual was over, reality began to sink in and she felt too drained get out of her car. At last, she resolved to climb out, extending herself to her slim, athletic 5'5". Dianne had felt good this morning so she had worn her favorite cream crepe business suit with its matching knee length skirt, and had accented it with an emerald green silk blouse which complimented her green eyes. With a sigh of determination she freed her long, strawberry-blonde hair from its hairdini bun. Having made herself feel slightly better, she lifted her head and swiftly walked to her apartment.

Revenge 5: Legacy of Pain

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

(story continues from Revenge 4: A New Purpose in Life)

Part 5: Legacy of Pain

There was a slight knock to my office door just before it partially opened and liz stuck her head through the gap. “Milady is michael still home? I know he is supposed to go to the hospital later today and I can’t find him anywhere. I needed him to move a few things.”

“Come in lizzie, he should be here somewhere.” As liz entered the room, I felt the pang of regret and jealousy at seeing the pregnant form of the older female, now in her final trimester. In retrospect, I was doubting my own judgment in allowing, encouraging even, michael (my property and life-long love) to impregnate liz, my female property. I wish it was me pregnant again by my male and not liz. But I agreed with the Male Control Board’s request to have her breed before she reaches the cut-off age of 35, and decided michael should be the one to do it. Maybe soon I will be carrying the offspring of my michael again. “You’re not trying to clean again are you? The doctor said no more manual labor until after the baby was born.”

Sacrifice 250

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

Sci-Fi / Fantasy / Mind Control / Sacrifice / Public Nudity / Public orgasm / Public Sex / Exhibitionism

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Will Olivia be fertility sacrifice two hundred fifty?

Over the course of the 1000 years of existence for Colony Seven, there have been 249 fertility sacrifices offered to the gods. The time for the 250th fertility festival approaches. Who will be chose as Sacrifice 250?

Sarah’s Pony Play

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

This is not your typical Ponygirl story, it contains human/human & pony/stallion sex.

Once a fortnight Sarah would visit a friend, David who would allow her the pleasure of doing something she really adored, but which she felt many people would not understand, pony play. She’d always loved ponies, as a girl she had owned ponies, and truly adored them. Now she had grown up a little more, she’d decided it would be nice to live the life of a pony, and use it as a way of taking away the stresses of her busy life.

Sarah’s Pony Play

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

This is not your typical Ponygirl story, it contains human/human & pony/stallion sex.

Sci-Fi Club

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

Part 1

Katie waited at the entrance to a club she had never been before. Standing outside her car, she balanced on her conservative one inch black sandal high heeled shoes, shifting her weight from side to side. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and it read “No txt messages, no voicemails”. She stamped her foot impatiently.

Katie wasn’t nervous about going to a club, she was pretty confident in the bar and club scene, though was not a wild child by any means. At 25, she had graduated college, and was a school teacher in a nice suburban district of Chicago. She was a mild mannered woman, very shy and quiet, something her fiancé loved about her. Infact, the fiancé was the problem tonight. More specifically, his best friend.

Sci-Fi Club Part 2

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

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Part 2

Katie sat at her computer a week later. She had in fact called Steve, but had decided that she needed to visit a few more times before she sought employment. Steve had recommended a few websites which Katie was now perusing. The itching in her rear finally gone, her hand clicked the mouse quickly. While Theresa was out of town, her best friend Jean had decided to come along, and bring Jean’s cousin Amanda.

Sci-Fi Club Part 3

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

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Part 3

In two weeks, Katie would be married. She loved Danny, and she knew that while the club gave her good times, Danny made her happy in the long run. She thought this as she waited in line at Sci-Club-Fi.

You see, since Katie was to be married in two weeks, she wanted her one last fling. It was like her own private bachlorette party in her mind.

Sculptress & Art

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

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.

SRU: An Exciting Present

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

Tim knew it would be a hard decision. A very hard one. One that millions of men had faced throughout humanity’s history. What anniversary present could he get his girlfriend that would not disappoint her? Flowers, yeah, nice try. Jewelry? Sure, but not on his salary. Sweets? He wasn’t opening that can of worms. Or rather hornets. No, he was looking for something extraordinary, something that said he had thought a lot about what to get. Which he had already done, but not with any noteworthy results.

SRU: An Exciting Present

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

SRU: An Exciting Present 2: Consequences

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

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Part Two

Chapter 3: Consequences, good and bad

Gina stopped jerking and cumming some 15 minutes later, Tim noticed, not moving from her side. Regaining her senses took even longer, though as he’d noticed before, she – or her body – was still keeping up the air-humping routine with a decreasing intensity for almost the whole 20 minutes. Her now slightly “covered” black breasts’ nipples never lost their “high beam” status, confirming what the booklet said.

SRU: An Exciting Present 2: Consequences

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

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Part Two

Chapter 3: Consequences, good and bad

The Abduction

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

Shelly was bored and hot. The Georgia evening was hot and sultry, hotter than any she could remember in her 26 years. She had worked all day and was tired but could not find relief from the heat and humidity enough to get to sleep. She turned off the TV and decided to go for a walk in the park that was about ½ mile from her house. She did this many times to relax and collect her thoughts after hectic days at the office, even though her Mother and Father warned her of the dangers of such activities. She figured that in this rural Georgian town the odds of anything bad happening were probably about as much as her winning the lottery and that had not happened either. Parents will be parents, but she was on her own and an adult.

The Murderess

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

1. THE P.P.U.

That morning the wardress left me in my tube, while the other convicts were being got up and prepared for their day’s suffering. I was filled with foreboding. Were they going to carry out the sentence at last, despite its having been commuted to a life sentence at the PPU? Or was some new punishment going to be added to those I had already accumulated, despite the blind, almost robotic obedience I had learnt to adopt lately.

The New Position

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

James Florin was in his usual depressed state when he picked up the early morning paper that day. As usual, he opened the paper straight to the employment section and scanned the lengthy list of job-wanted adds. Till now, his inability to pick up a job of any kind stemmed from his lack of training and generally poor education. This difficulty had proved his major downfall at all his other previous job interviews.

The Perfect Pony 2: His True Calling

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

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Part 2: His True Calling

The New Stable

Kenneth waited several days before commencing Rainbow’s conversion program. He wanted to make sure that his pony had sufficiently healed before undergoing the severe physical and mental transformation. Rainbow had done very well during their weekends and holidays together. He had accepted his position and took well to training. But that was only because there was always the knowledge that the following Monday he would once more be human. He had something to look towards and it made things more tolerable. Now he would live as a pony every day, with no possibility of release. Kenneth had several other ponies over the years, but none of them reached the point where he felt that they could be converted. They eventually would rebel and make escape attempts. That was to be anticipated, but Kenneth was still disappointed that he could not successfully break them. That is, until fate delivered Rainbow to him.

The Perfect Pony 3: Lady Rachel's farm

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

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Part 3: Lady Rachel’s farm

Rainbow’s debut at the Greensboro Fair was a resounding success. Kenneth had been receiving numerous inquiries about Rainbow and his training. He had also been approached about possible stud service with several mares. Lady Rachel’s acquaintances had been told about Rainbow’s servicing of her former lover. He had narrowed these down to those who appeared genuinely serious about mating with Rainbow and not some who were only curious or fantasy seekers.

The Process 7.1: Nanny & the Suit

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

(story continues from The Process 6.1: Invitation)

This story contains elements of an adult nature. If you are not 18 or stumbled upon this by accident, please move along as there is nothing to see here. Those that are of age, please enjoy. Story contains Magic, Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Living Latex doll, Living latex suit, Automaton, Maid, Preg BDSM, Multiple gender roles story continues from part 7

The Process: Part 7.1: Nanny & the Suit

The Summer Project 19

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

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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

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

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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.

Vacation to Remember

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

Bonnie and Kelly were two people very much in love who spent considerable time on the road seeing the sights and sounds of the country. They encountered many strange people and saw a few things that were only whispered rumors in most people’s homes.

One ritual in particular interested the duo greatly. Deep in the bayou country, there lived a woman rumored to be the most powerful swamp witch in the world. As Bonnie and Kelly watched from bushes a short distance from the woman’s property, the witch milked several poison snakes and spiders of their venom which she poured into an iron cauldron that was heating over an open fire. She then added several other ingredients such as herbs and a large pail of swamp water to the mixture.

Voodoo

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

Finally, the wait was over. After months of preparation, followed by weeks of waiting, the package had arrived. As he began to cut the tape, Bill thought back on the events that had led him here.

Jenny was the kind of woman any man would die for. Long toned legs, tight ass, large, firm tits, all topped by the face of a model. Thoughts of her had filled Bill’s mind from the day she’d come to work in the same office. It had taken him months to build up the nerve to talk to her, more months to gain the courage to ask her out. The results had been less than satisfactory.

Voodoo

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

(story continues from Voodoo 2)

Part Three

“Hello?”

Jenny smiled at the silence that greeted her. She knew Bill would be at work, but better safe than sorry. Slipping inside, she carefully locked the door. She had four hours, and she meant to be ready.

Taking the supplies she’d brought with her, Jenny quickly explored the house. Once satisfied that she was familiar with the place, she moved to the bedroom and set her things down. Time to get to work.

Voodoo 2

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

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Part Two

Monday morning, and Bill was a nervious wreck. It had been just over a week since his voodoo adventure with Jenny, and today she was due to return to work. With her temper, it was hard telling what she would do. Bill was actually surprised that she hadn’t called the cops on him, despite the probability that nobody would believe her about what had happened.