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1: Force Me Nel sighed loudly. This really was all her boyfriend’s fault! Now here she was, playing sex slave to him and his best friend for most of the weekend! It was a long story, she thought. It actually started about two months ago. Greg was her boyfriend, kinky as hell, and she appreciated that in a boyfriend. Don was Greg’s best buddy and someone Nel really valued as a friend, her best male friend after Greg. They ate lunch together every day at the school where they were all seniors and the three of them were pretty much inseparable. ...

Continues from part eight Pizza Delivery and a Whipping Ben came around and unbuckled his naked slave, grabbing her leash and leading her into the basement. As they entered the basement Chloe looked around for her purse and laptop but didn’t see them. “Master, where is my purse, it has my cell phone in it, I’m sure it needs to be charged. And what about my laptop, did you bring that too?” Chloe asked. ...

Continues from part one_ ### Part Two Two weeks later and we returned to Jeff’s place, he was packing up the house, his wife was divorcing him, and he needed to sell the property to split the funds between them, Blake being the type of guy he was, readily volunteered to help, and when he told me that he would be helping Jeff over the weekend I also decided to help as well. I dressed in some casual shorts and a baggy top, I had expected to be moving stuff around and maybe be doing some cleaning, so I dressed myself appropriately. As we drove over, to me it sometimes felt strange to be actually sitting in the passenger seat, and I did look longingly at the car trunk as we walked past, recalling the many times I had been left inside there. ...

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = W Learns the Inner Circle of The Society is Under Attack This is Chapter One of a book. Because it is a book, some of the chapters are more exciting than others, and some situations do not complete until the next chapter. This first chapter is primarily setup, but has some very interesting parts. For later chapters, the characters and situation will be more understandable if the previous chapters have been read. I could have run this through my regular publisher and made a couple hundred dollars, but I am posting it instead because many more people read my posts than buy my books. ...

Sabrina was giddy with excitement as she fumbled to get her keys into the lock of her apartment door. The package she had waited for so long was finally there, laying at her feet. The small yellow padded envelope was unassuming, but she knew the box inside was the beginning of the future: and she would be one of the first to try it out. Sabrina burst into her apartment making a hobbled path to the kitchen island as she removed her shoes mid stride and threw them towards the bedroom. Reaching the island, she unceremoniously tossed her purse and keys onto the counter and began to tear into the envelope. The small box she found within was no bigger than a wedding ring box, black, and non-descript. A folded piece of paper was the only other thing in the envelope. She unfolded the paper and began to read. ...

The door opens and I push the large shiny metal case up the ramp into the reception room of the large Victorian house. Mrs. Goldstein hops on her high heels in front of me excited and happy to see me as she has been waiting for this moment for weeks. “Oh Jonathan I am so glad you have brought it. Is it ready?” She asks in her posh London accent. ...

Police Officer Kerrie McCord reported for roll call at 1:45 that Sunday afternoon. Lieutenant Bensinger, shift commander for North Division, briefed the fourteen officers and two sergeants on administrative items for the most part, including a reminder that anyone who had yet to qualify with his or her Glock handgun this quarter had to report to the range by Wednesday. He mentioned in passing a reported double homicide in Dalton County seventy miles to the south, adding he expected an update from the state police no later than five. The lieutenant ended roll call with his customary benediction to “stay alert and watch out for each other.” Kerrie and her brothers and sisters in blue collected their gear bags, checked their patrol rifles out of the station armory, and filed out the rear door to the parking lot. ...

(The inspiration for this story comes from 2 sources, the first being Sue-Chan’s many Metal Maid type images and transformation, the second being a more ‘extreme’ design in a picture by someone called Chasti-Permalock which was sent to me a couple of years ago, or maybe even more, which has intrigued me with story potential ever since. The fact that said maid is so enclosed that chastity is a permanent state for her makes it impossible to use it literally for this story, so I’ve made it a slightly less chaste outfit, making it a sexually ‘usable’ outfit. ) ...

Chapter 1 - Gina Bondage was not something in her playbook. Nor was it anything she had every even toyed with. She had never given it a second thought but now, though not under the best of circumstances, she was learning about it firsthand. Gina Dominelli, a gorgeous green-eyed raven-haired beauty of Italian descent was about to hit the jackpot. Now nearly 32 years old, she realized that all her hard work was about to pay off big time. She worked at her job as tirelessly and aggressively as she did on her own body. Countless hours at the gym had paid off with a magnificent body. Her five foot, five inch frame was complimented by just beyond shoulder length wavy black hair and a 36-23-25 figure. She had what many would call a perfect body with beautifully shaped legs, just the right amount of muscle tone and facial features you would see on a magazine cover. Besides the hypnotic eyes, flawless complexion and perfect lips that begged to be kissed, she also had those oh so sexy arched eyebrows that are so seductive to men. ...

Woman to Sexdoll TF I was never a hangout at the mall kind of girl during high school, but my best friend and roommate in college Annabel would nonstop bugging me until I came to the new adult store in that she works at. During the first big break on our school year, I decided to step out of our dorm and pay her a visit. Before I do I suppose an introduction is needed. My name is Bridgett Trotter, a 22 year old junior in college. I am a pretty good looking girl according to the boys on campus at least. My upper back length blonde hair is tied into a neat ponytail. My tan skin is accentuated by my teal V-neck shirt and khaki shorts that also show off my D-cup breasts and curvy body. After a short drive from our campus and walking into the mall I spotted the store appropriately named “Sensual Paradise” and headed inside. The store was rather empty as I glided through all of the aisles looking for my friend who was supposed to be on duty. The shelves are filled with various devices designed to pleasure anyone who purchases them. After I exited a row of dildos in multiple shapes and sizes, I arrived at the back of the store and my jaw promptly dropped. There against the wall were 3 very sexy and lifelike female sexdolls completely nude to the world. I looked the one closest to me with wide eyes. She was a woman that looked the same age as me but with black hair and lighter skin. She had her arms bent and slightly to the side and legs parted to show off the folds of her synthetic womanhood. As I watched over her body a sudden pang of envy popped into my mind. ‘What if I was to try that? Would anyone notice?’ I had browsed sites like dollstories.net before and enjoyed the works posted their enough to follow the site frequently. Just the thought of putting myself in the position of one of the dolls laying against the wall was turning me on. Quickly stowing those thoughts away I turned to the desk near the front of the streams saw Annabel talking to another customer. Smirking I started formulating my plan. I hastily made my exit from the store and retreated back to my car. As inconspicuously as I could be I hid all of the belongings I had on me including my keys in the glove box of my car. I reached up into my hair and pulled the tie holding my ponytail out before tossing that inside as well. I was now ready for stage two. Walking back into the store I avoided the sight of the few customers brave enough to enter the adult store but most importantly I remained unseen to Annabel. I slipped to the very back of the store where the objects of my infatuation laid still and beautiful all the while smiling to myself. My plan was as follows: ...

11:45… hmmm, he is running a little late, she thinks, which is good, since I am having some trouble. Molly had half of the maid latex suit on when she realized she had forgot the “stockings.” Her latex maid suit was the typical looking maid outfit. It had a very short skirt with a corset-like top. Her stockings were “fish net”, but only because the latex suit had criss-crossing lines drawn on it. Her gloves were also colored on, but in reality, it was the same part of her suit as her stockings. She had to tuck her real hair into the hood of the suit, so only her face was visible. She then attaches a bright pink wig in a bob-cut. Her little head band slides into the wig easily. Her shoes are 4 inch heels, but they were not of the stiletto style, so they are “clunky” in comparison. Which is okay by me, she thinks, at least they are more comfortable. ...

11:45… hmmm, he is running a little late, she thinks, which is good, since I am having some trouble. Molly had half of the maid latex suit on when she realized she had forgot the “stockings.” Her latex maid suit was the typical looking maid outfit. It had a very short skirt with a corset-like top. Her stockings were “fish net”, but only because the latex suit had criss-crossing lines drawn on it. Her gloves were also colored on, but in reality, it was the same part of her suit as her stockings. She had to tuck her real hair into the hood of the suit, so only her face was visible. She then attaches a bright pink wig in a bob-cut. Her little head band slides into the wig easily. Her shoes are 4 inch heels, but they were not of the stiletto style, so they are “clunky” in comparison. Which is okay by me, she thinks, at least they are more comfortable. ...

Julie had been a self bondage enthusiast for years, since her first relationship with a woman in college who had been into bondage introduced her to it. Julie enjoyed it so much that even though the relationship did not last her love of bondage had remained strong. After several failed attempts to have relations with both men and women had failed because they wanted to be in control or to humiliate her. All she wanted was to be tied firmly in place, teased to an orgasm and left alone while helplessly bound to enjoy the afterglow. The helplessness brought her peace, and major orgasm’s making her feel safe and warm. ...

It had been the perfect day for running - The sun was shining, but the air was cool and crisp, if it weren’t for the leaves crunching on the ground, Sallem would’ve spaced out a long time ago. The sun was nearly set now, though she was not afraid of the dark, but really wanted to get home, since running in the dark was dangerous - Potholes, cracks in the ground, and various rubbish as well. She’s a package runner - Not like a post worker, but rather, a drug mule to a certain extent. She never knew what she was carrying, the weight and size varied vastly, but it was always in a very non-descript package, and so thickly layered, that there was no inherent scent. After all these years, she figured it was probably drugs, or something illegal, but never had the guts to open one of the packages - Being the head runner for the pack that took her in off the streets, it simply was too important to not anger them. ...

I opened the door. Mick walked in trailing a girl. “I come bearing gifts: libation and decoration,” he said handing me the bottle and nodding at the girl. He clapped me on the back. “Happy holidays, Bro.” “Back at ya.” “This is Shelly.” “Hi.” “Hello, Shelly.” “Man! Something smells good.” “Bird will be out in about an hour. Just have to do a bit of last minute decorating.” We were in the kitchen. I unwrapped the bottle. Vodka. Some obscure name I’d never heard of, much less pronounce. I splashed a couple of shots into glasses, we tossed them back, then I poured a couple of doubles on the rocks. ...

Sarah was just a cute little High school cheerleader when she stumbled onto Sir Jeff’s website about ponygirls. She was from a small farming town in the south, and being the curious girl, she started searching for more information. She spent many nights combing the internet for information, stories, pictures, and other useful information. She found out all about the training and stable lives of ponygirls, and as she learned more, she wanted to experience it for herself. ...

Hi my name is Laura I am a sub and have been instructed to send some of my reports that incorporate self bondage. When I first got out of bed this morning I checked my email as per normal and there was an email waiting for me from my new online Master. There were several requests through his email. The first one was to wear my black leather collar and have my ben wah balls inserted in my pussy. Then to remain naked whilst doing my housework and stopping every hour to place myself on display in the front window of our house. This was to be done by bending over the back of a lounge chair with my ass and pussy facing the window. Then the second request was to ring someone from our BDSM swingers club and invite him over as well as one extra person of their choosing. Before they arrive I was to place myself in bondage spreadeagle on the bed with an egg vibrator giving me forced orgasms. They were to fuck and use me for as long as they wanted and only allowed to cum in my mouth. ...

Hi my name is Laura I am a sub and have been instructed to send some of my reports that incorporate self bondage. 23NOV2015 This took a couple of days for my online Master to organise this inconjunction with an old friend of mine who works at the same hospital as I do. My Husband had gone away with his work once again and my new Master organised an encounter with my friend, someone I can really trust as well as an extra friend of his. There was going to be another women but she pulled out at the last minute. My instructions were quite detailed and explicit for the preparation. The time of the encounter had been arranged for 5.00pm. ...

Note: This very short story was inspired by the Dec. 6, 2016 New York Post. https://twitter.com/nypost/status/806114238594957312 Carrie is preparing to close the store for the night, well, she is watching the store’s automated systems preparing to close the store. After the last upgrade Carrie wasn’t sure why she hadn’t been fired, the system never has a major failure, it fixes its own minor issues. The supermarket cleans itself, stocks itself and opens and closes itself and answers customer questions by smart phone text all by itself. Her job has been reduced to watching the monitor. No customers detected Restocking and purchase orders complete Preparing end of day reports Carrie logs off the system before the diagnostic reboot, she is supposed to stay until the system comes back up and starts overnight cleaning operations but twenty minutes of pay isn’t worth hanging around for that. Carrie is grabbing her things when the whole place goes pitch black. Power failure. “Why aren’t the emergency lights on?” Carrie said as if the system was going to respond. Her knee slams into a server rack. “Owww, don’t worry about me, stupid piece of junk.” Carrie finds the door and feels her way out of the office. She sees lights, thank goodness. “Hey, over here, help.” Carrie said. A figure approaches. The light strapped to his forehead makes him look like a shadow, but from his size Carrie can tell it’s a man. He grabs her, dragging her further into the dark store and toward the second figure. “My shift is over, you don’t need me to work on the system.” Carrie said. “We’re not fixing the place, we’re robbing the place.” The man holding Carrie said. The second man turns his light on Carrie and the man behind her, she can see he is wearing a ski mask. “You know there’s no money here, right?” Carrie said. “There’s no money anywhere since automation, we’re forced to steal stuff.” He said. “Well you don’t need me for that either.” Carrie said. “Sorry Honey, but you’re staying right here.” Carrie’s wrists are pulled behind her back and secured with plastic cuffs. Several strips of tape are pressed over her mouth and she is lowered to the floor, her ankles are cuffed. “How much time do we have?” “45 minutes before the power comes back on.” The two men get to work rifling through shelves and filling plastic boxes on a push cart, and they’re not being neat about it, spilling food and trampling on containers all over the store. Carrie tries to worm her way out of the bakery aisle toward the entrance and maybe get someone’s attention, but only manages to cover herself in flour, molasses and whatever else is on the floor before one of the men comes back. He sees Carrie’s attempted escape, folds her legs and uses a cable tie to hogtie her, then tells her they’re off. Now she can only wait for the power to come back and the system to report the robbery. After some time Carrie hears the snap of a breaker and the low hum of the computers powering up. It won’t be long now. The system lost power at the start of the diagnostic routine and now displays a message on the terminal. This is where Carrie would recover full function of the system, if she were at the terminal and logged on. The system waits the preprogramed three minutes for input then sends a text to Carrie’s phone to respond to a system failure and initiates post-closing operation in safe mode. Low level lighting comes on, just enough for sensors to scan the store and assess the cleanup required. The job begins by deploying the Spider, Self-Propelled Debris Remover. It looks more like a Hippo with its square shape and large maw. Traveling up and down the aisles, it uses its two arms to sweep trash into the front intake, depositing full trash bags out the back at the end of each aisle. In the bakery aisle Carrie sees the machine coming but can’t get out of the way. The end of the arm moves past her then folds at the center like an elbow catching Carrie in the side and pushing her toward the intake where she is swallowed whole by the machine. Inside she is swept into a large plastic bag as more trash is heaped on top of her. When full her bag is tied and ejected from the back of the machine. Soon the aisles are clear of trash and black plastic trash bags form a row along the dairy and meat section. Carrie struggles but the tight hogtie, sticky contents and the heavy plastic bag itself prevent much movement. She concentrates on creating breathing space. An overhead trolley system collects the bags so floor scrubbers can be deployed. Carrie feels herself being lifted as her bag moves through the delivery room then drops into the dumpster outside. She knows she is in trouble and can’t understand why the police haven’t arrived. AI, that’s a joke. Suddenly a loud bang and rumble echoes through the dumpster. Of course the truck is here. The sound of hydraulic pistons and the dumpster is lifted. Carrie feels her weight shifting, then she is falling into the back of a refuse truck. She hears the dumpster hit the pavement, then the sound of hydraulics again as the driver compacts the load. Carrie is pushed around as the flour, sugar and other bakery debris in her bag is pressed into her. She wills the compactor to stop as it continues to press her into the trash. Her bag pops just as the piston stops and reverses. At least she can breathe easier. More trash is added at each stop with the driver cycling the compactor every three or four loads. Fortunately they have all been at restaurants, though Carrie doesn’t feel very fortunate, she is pinned in a wall of plastic bags and smells fried chicken, fried beans and fried fish. She fights to not be sick. Hydraulic pumps start and Carrie panics, she can’t take another compacting. This time the whole wall moves as the trash is ejected from the truck. Carrie falls from the back and tumbles down a mountain of bags and waste being tossed from her plastic prison in the process. Her hair is plastered with grease and food and she lost a shoe, but she lived through it. The trucks have gone, only the sound of seagulls circling looking for a meal. Carrie can move a little, but getting back up that mountain of trash will be impossible. If she stays here she will surely be buried in trash tomorrow. Carrie hears a faint sound, like someone crumpling plastic wrap in their hand. It’s getting louder. Footsteps. An old man bends down. “You’re a girl, imagine that, I though these old eyes were fooling me again.” He studies the situation then takes out a small pocket knife and cuts the hog tie and wrist cuffs. Carrie sits up and pulls the tape from her mouth, he hands her the knife to cut her ankles free. “Is this one of those initiations?” He said. “I got robbed.” Carrie said. “Didn’t we all, I’ll be happy to share my wealth if you want to look around.” He said. “Thanks, I’ll just look for my shoe.” Carrie said.

Note: This very short story was inspired by the Dec. 6, 2016 New York Post. https://twitter.com/nypost/status/806114238594957312 Carrie is preparing to close the store for the night, well, she is watching the store’s automated systems preparing to close the store. After the last upgrade Carrie wasn’t sure why she hadn’t been fired, the system never has a major failure, it fixes its own minor issues. The supermarket cleans itself, stocks itself and opens and closes itself and answers customer questions by smart phone text all by itself. Her job has been reduced to watching the monitor. No customers detected Restocking and purchase orders complete Preparing end of day reports Carrie logs off the system before the diagnostic reboot, she is supposed to stay until the system comes back up and starts overnight cleaning operations but twenty minutes of pay isn’t worth hanging around for that. Carrie is grabbing her things when the whole place goes pitch black. Power failure. “Why aren’t the emergency lights on?” Carrie said as if the system was going to respond. Her knee slams into a server rack. “Owww, don’t worry about me, stupid piece of junk.” Carrie finds the door and feels her way out of the office. She sees lights, thank goodness. “Hey, over here, help.” Carrie said. A figure approaches. The light strapped to his forehead makes him look like a shadow, but from his size Carrie can tell it’s a man. He grabs her, dragging her further into the dark store and toward the second figure. “My shift is over, you don’t need me to work on the system.” Carrie said. “We’re not fixing the place, we’re robbing the place.” The man holding Carrie said. The second man turns his light on Carrie and the man behind her, she can see he is wearing a ski mask. “You know there’s no money here, right?” Carrie said. “There’s no money anywhere since automation, we’re forced to steal stuff.” He said. “Well you don’t need me for that either.” Carrie said. “Sorry Honey, but you’re staying right here.” Carrie’s wrists are pulled behind her back and secured with plastic cuffs. Several strips of tape are pressed over her mouth and she is lowered to the floor, her ankles are cuffed. “How much time do we have?” “45 minutes before the power comes back on.” The two men get to work rifling through shelves and filling plastic boxes on a push cart, and they’re not being neat about it, spilling food and trampling on containers all over the store. Carrie tries to worm her way out of the bakery aisle toward the entrance and maybe get someone’s attention, but only manages to cover herself in flour, molasses and whatever else is on the floor before one of the men comes back. He sees Carrie’s attempted escape, folds her legs and uses a cable tie to hogtie her, then tells her they’re off. Now she can only wait for the power to come back and the system to report the robbery. After some time Carrie hears the snap of a breaker and the low hum of the computers powering up. It won’t be long now. The system lost power at the start of the diagnostic routine and now displays a message on the terminal. This is where Carrie would recover full function of the system, if she were at the terminal and logged on. The system waits the preprogramed three minutes for input then sends a text to Carrie’s phone to respond to a system failure and initiates post-closing operation in safe mode. Low level lighting comes on, just enough for sensors to scan the store and assess the cleanup required. The job begins by deploying the Spider, Self-Propelled Debris Remover. It looks more like a Hippo with its square shape and large maw. Traveling up and down the aisles, it uses its two arms to sweep trash into the front intake, depositing full trash bags out the back at the end of each aisle. In the bakery aisle Carrie sees the machine coming but can’t get out of the way. The end of the arm moves past her then folds at the center like an elbow catching Carrie in the side and pushing her toward the intake where she is swallowed whole by the machine. Inside she is swept into a large plastic bag as more trash is heaped on top of her. When full her bag is tied and ejected from the back of the machine. Soon the aisles are clear of trash and black plastic trash bags form a row along the dairy and meat section. Carrie struggles but the tight hogtie, sticky contents and the heavy plastic bag itself prevent much movement. She concentrates on creating breathing space. An overhead trolley system collects the bags so floor scrubbers can be deployed. Carrie feels herself being lifted as her bag moves through the delivery room then drops into the dumpster outside. She knows she is in trouble and can’t understand why the police haven’t arrived. AI, that’s a joke. Suddenly a loud bang and rumble echoes through the dumpster. Of course the truck is here. The sound of hydraulic pistons and the dumpster is lifted. Carrie feels her weight shifting, then she is falling into the back of a refuse truck. She hears the dumpster hit the pavement, then the sound of hydraulics again as the driver compacts the load. Carrie is pushed around as the flour, sugar and other bakery debris in her bag is pressed into her. She wills the compactor to stop as it continues to press her into the trash. Her bag pops just as the piston stops and reverses. At least she can breathe easier. More trash is added at each stop with the driver cycling the compactor every three or four loads. Fortunately they have all been at restaurants, though Carrie doesn’t feel very fortunate, she is pinned in a wall of plastic bags and smells fried chicken, fried beans and fried fish. She fights to not be sick. Hydraulic pumps start and Carrie panics, she can’t take another compacting. This time the whole wall moves as the trash is ejected from the truck. Carrie falls from the back and tumbles down a mountain of bags and waste being tossed from her plastic prison in the process. Her hair is plastered with grease and food and she lost a shoe, but she lived through it. The trucks have gone, only the sound of seagulls circling looking for a meal. Carrie can move a little, but getting back up that mountain of trash will be impossible. If she stays here she will surely be buried in trash tomorrow. Carrie hears a faint sound, like someone crumpling plastic wrap in their hand. It’s getting louder. Footsteps. An old man bends down. “You’re a girl, imagine that, I though these old eyes were fooling me again.” He studies the situation then takes out a small pocket knife and cuts the hog tie and wrist cuffs. Carrie sits up and pulls the tape from her mouth, he hands her the knife to cut her ankles free. “Is this one of those initiations?” He said. “I got robbed.” Carrie said. “Didn’t we all, I’ll be happy to share my wealth if you want to look around.” He said. “Thanks, I’ll just look for my shoe.” Carrie said.

During Rose’s career she had played the bound victim many times. Rose enjoyed each scene she spent bound and gagged always pushing the prop and stage people trying to get them to bind her tighter. She even convinced them to make sure she was actually bound asking to be left bound while they reset the scene’s using professional reasons as an excuse for her demands. Now financially comfortable and well know Rose has more difficulty engaging in her other passion of bondage. Not wanting it to get out or ever her to be seen as a pervert she often secures herself in difficult positions and struggles around her large home alone. Sitting alone one evening surfing the web while she waited on her ice release to melt and allow her to remove the large gag that has been keeping her silent for the last eight hours. The gag causing her to choke if she stops suckling it and a tight posture collar holding her head firmly erect and keeping her from looking in any direction without turning her body. She had bound her legs tightly together with her ankles tied to the cross brace of the large chair she sits in. The high heels she loves so much that holds her feet in an extreme arch causing her feet and legs to cramp within an hour of donning them dangling slightly off the floor. Typing with her one partially free hand looking for something to distract her from the pain of her tightly pinched nipples that have a weight attached to the chain connecting them tugging her pert nipples with each breath. ...

story continued from part 6 After many stories relating to rubber fetish and associated themes I have decided that, at least for now, this is my last, and for that I wanted to write something very different, and challenging for me So this is a gay rubber story, something I have never tried before. Whether or not it “works” and has credibility is entirely up to the reader, although I have to say I did quite enjoy writing it. ...

The massive door closed behind her with a soft click, shutting her out from the plush office. She was dismissed. She had just been told to search for ’new challenges’ outside the company. Or more aptly put, she had been sacked. Alice took a deep breath to get a grip on her rage. Thankfully, the anteroom was empty, her boss’s, correction, former boss’s assistant having momentarily abandoned her fortified post behind the massive desk facing the entrance. Alice was grateful for the opportunity to regain her composure. She did not want to face her (as of now former) colleagues in a troubled emotional state, heck, she did not want to face them at all. She dreaded the thinly veiled schadenfreude of her rivals, who preferred to attribute her quick rise up the corporate ladder to her looks instead of her performance, and the palpable relief of her less intellectually gifted colleagues, glad at having been spared themselves. But most of all she dreaded the pity of the few people in the office she counted as friends. For the last two years, since the untimely death of her parents, she had thrown herself into her work and presented the front of an independent, tough, calculating achiever to the world. Now she feared she might break down, revealing the lonesome and frightened girl that still lurked inside. Better she held on to her rage. ...

It was her fate to be recycled. She only understood that, being part of the estate of her deceased mistress, it had been decided to have her sold off for reconditioning. She didn’t know exactly what that meant, but she did realize that after thirteen years of activation, and a nearly unwavering routine of service, everything was going to change. The Recycler’s name was Humbolt, who arrived at the house with his assistant Percival. Both were dressed in black suits, matching their blank painted service vehicle. This wasn’t typical of the profession, but an odd caprice of Humbolt, who liked to refer to these trips as ‘bringing out the dead’. Percival didn’t think much of the joke, but knew the value of an apprenticeship in this sort of tech industry, and so he quietly played along. The house was to be sold as well, and with so much of the furniture already moved out, the interior felt very dark and empty. It struck Percival as a rather sad and lonely image then when they found her. Seated on a plain wooden chair in the middle of the bare living room, her head was bowed, a single black power cord running from some part of her back to an outlet in the wall. “You see this,” Humbolt said gruffly, holding out the crumpled yellow work-order sheet in front of her. “Yes,” she replied, raising her head. She was dressed in the manner of an old English maid, with a long black dress and white apron. She had the fair complexion of a European, but had been given long slick black hair that appeared very Asian. “You’ve been given over for reconditioning,” Humbolt informed her, “You will come along with us.” Percival came around behind her, unhooking the power cord from it’s socket at the base of her neck. Moving aside some of her thick hair, he read off the stamped serial number. “Hmm, a 213,” he remarked. “I was expecting something more ancient from what we’d been told.” “Yes, well, still hardly state of the art,” Humbolt shrugged, studying her. “At least it’ll be an easier job though. I quite like the face.” “She is pretty,” Percival agreed, helping the machine to her feet. At first glance, she did seem very human. But, in accordance with the Artificial Persons Act, did possess one distinctly non-human feature. Circular metal panels, lined with a single groove in the middle, were mounted on either side of her head, just above and behind the ears. “My name is Lynn,” she introduced herself to them both, her voice inflected with a slight English accent, though her overall pattern of speech was characteristically deliberate. “Only for now it is,” Humbolt told her. “Come on, follow us into the van.” ...

It was her fate to be recycled. She only understood that, being part of the estate of her deceased mistress, it had been decided to have her sold off for reconditioning. She didn’t know exactly what that meant, but she did realize that after thirteen years of activation, and a nearly unwavering routine of service, everything was going to change. The Recycler’s name was Humbolt, who arrived at the house with his assistant Percival. Both were dressed in black suits, matching their blank painted service vehicle. This wasn’t typical of the profession, but an odd caprice of Humbolt, who liked to refer to these trips as ‘bringing out the dead’. Percival didn’t think much of the joke, but knew the value of an apprenticeship in this sort of tech industry, and so he quietly played along. The house was to be sold as well, and with so much of the furniture already moved out, the interior felt very dark and empty. It struck Percival as a rather sad and lonely image then when they found her. Seated on a plain wooden chair in the middle of the bare living room, her head was bowed, a single black power cord running from some part of her back to an outlet in the wall. “You see this,” Humbolt said gruffly, holding out the crumpled yellow work-order sheet in front of her. “Yes,” she replied, raising her head. She was dressed in the manner of an old English maid, with a long black dress and white apron. She had the fair complexion of a European, but had been given long slick black hair that appeared very Asian. “You’ve been given over for reconditioning,” Humbolt informed her, “You will come along with us.” Percival came around behind her, unhooking the power cord from it’s socket at the base of her neck. Moving aside some of her thick hair, he read off the stamped serial number. “Hmm, a 213,” he remarked. “I was expecting something more ancient from what we’d been told.” “Yes, well, still hardly state of the art,” Humbolt shrugged, studying her. “At least it’ll be an easier job though. I quite like the face.” “She is pretty,” Percival agreed, helping the machine to her feet. At first glance, she did seem very human. But, in accordance with the Artificial Persons Act, did possess one distinctly non-human feature. Circular metal panels, lined with a single groove in the middle, were mounted on either side of her head, just above and behind the ears. “My name is Lynn,” she introduced herself to them both, her voice inflected with a slight English accent, though her overall pattern of speech was characteristically deliberate. “Only for now it is,” Humbolt told her. “Come on, follow us into the van.” ...

“Let me go now, you fucking cunts, do you know who I am”. Sarah was screaming at the top of her lungs as two men dragged her towards a waiting white van. She was struggling with everything she had to break free as sweat dripped from her forehead. The two of them had grabbed an arm each and lifted it behind her back. This forced her head down and one of the men grabbed her neck as they pushed her into the van. She was still screaming loudly as they pinned her to the floor of the van. ...

I always had a morbid curiosity for certain things. One of them is knowing what it felt like to be buried alive. So a couple of frame carpenter pals helped me build a “burial box” in which I could experience burial without the risk of being snuffed. Since I’m a rather tall gal the box had to extend at least 6 (six) to 8 (eight) inches above my head & below my feet, there had to be a foot and a half to each side of my body. ...

I always had a morbid curiosity for certain things. One of them is knowing what it felt like to be buried alive. So a couple of frame carpenter pals helped me build a “burial box” in which I could experience burial without the risk of being snuffed. Since I’m a rather tall gal the box had to extend at least 6 (six) to 8 (eight) inches above my head & below my feet, there had to be a foot and a half to each side of my body. ...

Hello, I am Melodie, I am working for a consulting firm. I used to be an engineer for manufacturing companies in the past but with my luck, I was packed and shipped twice as finish product (see curtainfactory and bottlingproblems). That is not counting the time I was washed while working as a maid to pay my tuition fee (see washed). I now work in an office designing fabrication line. It is more 9 to 5 routine than before but the pay is better and most importantly, it is a lot safer, what could go wrong in an office? Installation was supervised by a field engineer. ...

This morning started like it would be a wonderful spring day. The sun was warm, not a single cloud in the sky, birds singing and the smell of nature growing again. As I entered the building, I had no idea how bad it would turn. I started by reading my email and some websites about technology news before removing my high heels and putting on my safety shoes. I am an engineer. Not an easy job in manufacturing as there is a lot of sexism. Every guy on the floor who doesn’t know me tries to tease me or worst harass me. I quickly shut them off except for a few of them and those really don’t like it when I get to them. It is the only way to get respected in that almost exclusively male environment when you measure only 5 feet 2 inches. ...

Bond trader Linsey has had a very bad year. This is where she finds out what her boss is expecting from her to compensate for the losses. Trading Stocks for Bonds (How Linsey was collared) Her teacup chinked against its saucer. Not once, but five or six times in quick rattling succession. She was trembling and couldn’t hide it. “I can pay you back,” Linsey Altmell pleaded with passion. “You know I can net that amount in just one year. I did it in 2002!” ...

The road noise and lack of radio reception made her nod off more than once. She looked over to her left looking at her boyfriend/driver. “I did not know it was going to be such a long winding drive.” He said. “Its okay.” She slid over and rested her head on his shoulders. Although it was not really okay. Those damm boots where killing her and the dress was not that much help. ...

I was looking forward to Sunday Brunch with my friend Jeff. He had promised to finally introduce me to his new girlfriend Allison, a tennis team babe and apparently a real interesting beauty according to Jeff. They had met on the college Halloween party a few weeks earlier. Both of them were into the life sciences while I was pre-law, so our classes didn’t overlap and I hadn’t met her before. Jeff and I had met in the freshman dorm, become good friends and stayed in touch as much as our busy exam and party schedules allowed. ...

It had been the perfect day for running - The sun was shining, but the air was cool and crisp, if it weren’t for the leaves crunching on the ground, Sallem would’ve spaced out a long time ago. The sun was nearly set now, though she was not afraid of the dark, but really wanted to get home, since running in the dark was dangerous - Potholes, cracks in the ground, and various rubbish as well. She’s a package runner - Not like a post worker, but rather, a drug mule to a certain extent. She never knew what she was carrying, the weight and size varied vastly, but it was always in a very non-descript package, and so thickly layered, that there was no inherent scent. After all these years, she figured it was probably drugs, or something illegal, but never had the guts to open one of the packages - Being the head runner for the pack that took her in off the streets, it simply was too important to not anger them. ...

story continued from part one Part 2 By this time, Tara had forced her tired limbs & aching body into a sitting position, waiting with baited breath for the next sound to reach her, & hoping against hope that the voice hadn’t been just wishful thinking on her part. Her next encounter with her potential rescuers - for there had to be at least two of them out there given the voice - was not aural but visual. Through the encrusted glass & the mesh, the outline of a man’s face appeared briefly before disappearing again, only to return a few seconds later. The voice again accompanied this second appearance. ...

(story continues from Late Night Library Fantasy) Part Two I could feel hands unstrapping me from my seat & re-binding my wrists before I was roughly hauled to my feet. Light blinded me as for the first time that night the hood was pulled from my head. As one of the pair held me around my throat with his crooked elbow, the other remove the sodden gag from my mouth before re-gagging me with thin, stretchy surgical tape. It’s incredible tackiness welded my mouth shut, moulding every contour of my lips. ...

I’ve been having some “me” time recently & to pass the time, I’ve put together what would be, my ultimate fantasy fulfilled. The guys are invented, one a bondage playmate I’d met just once before, the other is a complete stranger to me but a friend of my playmate. Let me know what you think. I travelled down to Norwich by train, the station’s right across the road from the hotel. I checked into reception, collected my key & headed for the room. ...

(story continues from Family Ties) Part 2: Let the Games Begin “I would love to see the letter my dear.” Ken and Kyle were out with friends and Janice and Kelly accepted Uncle Sy’s invitation to dine out with him. Sy had just returned from a trip and was eager to be updated on family affairs, especially Kelly’s decision on college. Sy took the letter from Kelly and chose to read aloud. ...

(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. ...

(story continues from My New Position 2: Home Delivery) Note: This story is too hot for DeviantArt and has been banned LOL :) Part 3: Just Another Dolly I was still tied tightly to the bed when my new owner came into the room, he climbed on top of me and entered me, he finished himself off quickly and without any effort on my part as I lay there letting him use me, not that i could do anything anyway the way I was tightly strapped to the bed. Once he finished using me he left, without a second glance, this is what being a dolly is like I thought, I’m here to please my owner and dolly likes to please him ran the thoughts in my head. I was still clad in the latex catsuit that he’d found me in yesterday, all so long ago it seemed to me. ...

“Taxi for Dawn” The taxi driver called hanging out of the window. Dawn was pleased when her taxi arrived so soon. When she’d phoned for it the miserable girl in despatch had said it’d be at least twenty minutes before it arrived. She happily jumped in the back of the car. “Where to love” The taxi driver smiled at her in the rear view mirror. “Forty Two Devonshire please” She replied politely. ...

Part 1: Walk in the Park The rain had eased off enough for it not to matter that she had forgotten her umbrella. As usual the path that wound down through the small wood was deserted in the middle of the afternoon as people with proper lives were busy doing whatever it was they did on a weekday. There were a few quiet little things in life that kept Eleanor walking on the right side of sane, and being able to come here and be alone with her thoughts was one of the most important. ...

Hey readers – I’ve gotten some good feedback from you on the various stories I’ve posted to this site, so I wanted to let you know that I just published my first book. The style is similar to my other stories, but the plot is more filled out and the writing is more polished. It is also filled, of course, with plenty of hot bondage scenes. I think you’ll like it! ...

Caroline tripped lightly down the street, chasing closing times, but not really worrying. She’d almost finished her Christmas shopping, and it was *still* only November. Just one more thing left to get, for her Great Aunt, and then she was finished, and could relax, and not worry… of course, she just had to wrap everything, but the evening and a nice bottle of wine would soon get that done. A sign caught her eye, down a side street. She rolled her eyes. Why were these things always down dark side streets? It said “Wrapping Service”. ...

(story continues from Drew’s Gift) Part 2: Drew’s Second Gift Amy never saw it coming. Master had ordered her to strip and put on her black corset, stockings, and black high heels. He tied her wrists, grabbed the small toy bag, and led her downstairs. When she reached the last step he stopped her. He pulled a length of rope from the bag and went back up. There’s a decorative iron railing around the stairwell. He tied off the rope, let the end dangle. ...

" Oh, man, I need a second cup of expresso this morning bad! " Nadine murmured as she drained the coffee cup in her right hand and prepared to pour herself a second helping of the imported Canadian blend expresso coffee she and her husband Jack both loved. " Before you dash out of here, could I talk to you for a minute or two about something important? Ummm, there’s no delicate way of bringing this up so I’m just going to say it. Over the last few weeks, you’ve been, well, more than a little frigid during the night. In fact, you’ve begged off every time I try to cuddle or try even a little, ummm, foreplay, " Jack said with a little hesitation but frustration evident in his voice. Nadine’s cheeks turned beet red in response to Jack’s declaration. " Hold the fuck on! You damn well know that I’ve been working my ass off trying to get that impression at work and haven’t been home until late every day of the last few weeks. I told you I was going to be a little tired from all this stress and you said you understood. Was all that just bullshit on your part when we talked about this? " the blonde haired woman exclaimed as she slammed her coffee cup down on the counter in unrestrained fury. " Don’t you give me that crap! You came home three nights ago with vodka on your breath and practically danced into the house twirling and spinning. Ten minutes later, after I put my hand on your thigh, you ran for the bathroom and spent an hour in there claiming you were on the verge of being sick. What the hell is up with that? " Jack roared back with his eyes wide and cheeks slightly reddened from the anger he was feeling and expressing. " I was sick that night! After you fell asleep, I went back to the washroom and, ummm, took care of things. As for the drinking, I had no choice! They held an impromptu executive meeting and the booze was being tossed back by everybody there. I want this promotion so bad for you and me that I would have downed a whole bottle of vodka that night if it meant a better life for us down the road, " Nadine exclaimed with tears welling up in her eyes. Seeing his wife growing distraught, Jack’s anger quickly melted away and he moved to embrace Nadine and reassure her with barely audible words. After the two kissed and shared a few words, they parted ways and went to get in their respective cars and head off for work. Settling behind the wheel for her silver BMW, Nadine watched as her husband pulled away in his black Audi and her sorrowful look quickly faded away as her husband faded from view. With a smug look becoming visible, Nadine drove out of the driveway and headed off in the opposite direction. “That idiot always melts when I sob or cry just a little! Man, I’ll be glad when the end of next week comes and I can finally tell this jerk that we’re through, once and for all!” Nadine thought to herself as she went over what had happened in the past that looked to be changing her life. At the annual Christmas party the company held, Nadine had met Ralph McEwen, the company vice president in charge of financial procurement. Nadine’s first reaction was to dismiss Ralph as a typical executive interested mostly in the expensive things he could get for himself and quick one night stands with women he had no real interest in. However, Ralph turned out to be much more than that and as they chatted over drinks at that party, Nadine discovered that Ralph cared about what she thought and avoided any of the cheesy lines usually offered by guys looking for one night stands. The dinner encounter led to other dates and overnight stays by the two in remote places to avoid tongues wagging and Nadine’s husband finding out about the affair. Over time, overnight flings led to weekend trips to resorts out of country that Nadine covered with Ralph by saying she had a convention or something similar. However, last week, Ralph had approached her when it was only the two of them left in the offices and suggested that the two of them take their relationship to a more permanent level. Ralph suggested that Nadine leave Jack and settle down with him in his private estate on the West Coast. Nadine shot down the suggestion as she wasn’t mentally ready to take that step as of yet but a few days after that meeting, Nadine found her mind wandering. Looking over at a sound sleeping Jack at night, Nadine came to the conclusion that spending the rest of her life with him was going to be boring and predictable at best. With Ralph, Nadine saw an opportunity to get a taste of the good life finally even if Ralph dumped her in a few years for somebody hotter and sexier than her. “Anything is better than spending the rest of my life worrying about the monthly bills and whether Jack will ever show any passion in the bedroom? Well, if Ralph plans things out right, I’ll never have to worry about those little things again!!” Nadine thought to herself as she motored along and mentally over a number of ways she could tell Jack that their marriage was over. However, when Nadine arrived for what was supposed to be a routine day of work, her receptionist told her that she was to go immediately to the executive boardroom where Ralph and the other company brass were to discuss an urgent matter. " Thank you for getting here so promptly, Miss Cross. To put your mind at ease, this is not a critical matter that I’ve summoned you to today but rather an event I think you’re going to be rather happy about the news I’m going to announce. After some negotiations on behalf of the company, I have managed to secure a weekend for all company executives and their respective spouses at a exclusive resort and outdoor activity area. The highlight of this meeting will be the announcement of three new locations we are planning to break ground on around the world. Now, due to the size and nature of this meeting, everyone attending has to get a mandatory physical conducted by the company physician. It’s strictly routine to make sure none of you are vulnerable to any of those nasty flu in the resort’s region. My secretary will be sending out emails to all of you before the end of the business day. Now, with that said, I believe Charles is going to show us some pictures of the resort we’re going to be going to, " the company CEO proclaimed happily before nodding to his vice president. “This is lousy timing, to say the least!! Christ, I can’t dump Jack as we’re sitting around a pool with the other execs and their significant others! I guess I’ll have to put on a happy face and tell Jack about this ‘wonderful’ trip we’re going to be taking,” Nadine mentally fumed as she accepted a folder from Charles that contained pictures and information about the retreat in question. ...

It’s not that Chloe didn’t trust men, she didn’t trust anybody, well, not enough for this. What if, right in the middle of it, he had a heart attack? Like in that Stephen King book. She had let Mark tie her up, but she’d insisted on the fuzzy handcuffs and having the key. And it was okay, sort of. She couldn’t really get into it. What if she came so hard that she dropped the key? What if she dropped the key AND Mark had a heart attack!? No. Better to have total control. ...

continued from part one Part 2: Caught! “Jesus Christ!” “What?” “Bag weighs a fucking ton!” Hands groped Chloe. “This ain’t uniforms, Charlie.” More groping. “Sure as hell not. Feels like a body.” “You don’t think …” “Only one way to find out.” Chloe felt herself hefted out of the bin. She landed with a thump on the concrete floor. Light poured into the bag and she clamped her eyes shut. “Son of a bitch.” ...

“So let me get this straight then. Your top, number one fantasy is to be the sex slave of a man, to be his possession, to let him chain you up, whip you, and then throw him to his mates so they can enjoy you as well?” “That’s not how it is and you know it.” “Well tell me where I’m wrong then”. “Look. I do get turned on by the submissive bit, I want a man who is so gorgeous and so dominant that I want him to take me and I do fancy being in his power. He might seem to be in control but I want to feel that he is so obsessed with me that he has to have me and… well okay, he’s so crazy about me that he wants to share me with other men, to let them see what he’s got and how sexy I can be. I’m tired of the sex games we all play, all the conventions and routines. I want raw physical pleasure, I want to drive a man wild with lust and feel that lust myself. And yes, I have a thing about pain, if a man excites me enough, I want him to get a bit rough, the pain and the pleasure… they mingle somehow, oh God Dawn I don’t know why you got me started on this “ ...

At last! The week was finally over. It had been a HELL of a week at the Foundation, with several late nights and many deadlines to meet. But, it was over now and I could spend a relaxing weekend, by myself, doing nothing or whatever I wanted. First though, I was going to meet a couple girlfriends for a relaxing dinner and a lot of talk. On that Friday night, I closed up the office just before 6:00 PM. I drove the mile or so to the restaurant, parked my car, and walked in. Ashley and Meagan were already there, and yelled, “Hey Christine,” when they saw me. ...

Introduction. The craft hovered exactly twenty-two feet above the four wheeled drive vehicle, the driver of the vehicle apparently unaware of its presence! “Now,” Spoke the cool collected and experienced hunter. At his command a blue light beneath the disk shape lit up, and the car below stuttered and jerked to a halt beneath it, the light switched off leaving only the inky blackness of night. Me & My Experience ...

The “hotel” had certainly seen better days. A sign of constantly changing times, the once stately private residence had long since been converted, to house travelers and vacationers. Typically, those of lesser financial means. The two men walked casually through the entrance, unconcerned about security. This probably due to the fact that there wasn’t any. Dressed neither for business nor holiday, their attire was so nondescript as to render them almost invisible. Each carried a small duffle, the effect helping to further blend them into the background. ...

The southern Nevada desert was beautiful as though the earth had stripped naked for her lover. I posed on a sun warmed but gritty rock with shiny black heels I could barely walk in, lace topped gleaming black nylon thigh highs, and a smile on my face. Mike and Rodger were smiling as they walked about taking pictures of my naked exposed body with the breath taking vista behind me. Some of the angles were artistic figure, but many were straight up the middle catching every drop of moisture oozing from my pussy. We were all so fascinated by the subject matter with my nipples rock hard and their cocks trying to break free of their jeans that none of us noticed the car pull up. ...

On a bench, glaring at tiny, dancing reflections flittering on the gentle waves, he took another long, deep drag. The smoke tasted as sweet as the whiskey and he held it till it hurt. It seemed the river smelled like flowers tonight. It should have felt hot and sticky but a mild breeze kept the sweat at bay. There was no moon and few stars but fluorescence spattered the shores allowing him to exist in a soft, gray haze. ...

(story continues from A College Education 2) Part 3 “To hell with being bored,” thought Mrs. Suitor, trying to endure the compression of the waist cincher, “I just want to be able to breath.” “Before we proceed,” Stan said, “I think I’d better check the dipstick.” With that, he simply leaned over and stuck his hand through the gap between the chair’s seat and back. With Rachel’s thighs splayed wide, it proved ridiculously easy for his fingers to hit the bull’s eye. The brown haired housewife tried to leap from the chair, as Stan’s index and middle finger slipped easily into the folds of her sex. She screeched at the violation and tried to head butt his arm away. Moments later, Stan withdrew his fingers. They shimmered up past the second knuckle, with the bound woman’s juices. ...

Summary: Jane mistakenly walks into Acme Body Enhancement instead of her beauty salon. (Part of a series of cartoon-themed stories written for a real-life couple. - J.) Jane’s friends had recommended to her a new beauty parlor, the Acme Hair Salon. So Kevin dropped her off one day for an 11 a.m. hair appointment. Looking around the street as Kevin sped away, Jane couldn’t find the salon’s address or its signage. Then she spotted a small Acme sign at the end of the block. It seemed odd to her that the sign was so far away from where the store was supposed to be, and even odder when she had to go down a dirty alley to find the entrance. ...

Maxine’s libido was crammed into full gear as she pulled her rental car into the parking lot of the Tranquility Bay Motor Lodge. It resembled the seemingly hundreds of hotels along Myrtle Beach, with it’s white and turquoise paint scheme and it’s neon name embraced by a crashing wave. It wasn’t the Hilton but it was where Dan was staying. She had met Dan online a few month’s ago in a chat room. It was a BDSM room and there were lots of subs and doms flirting, telling jokes and making their connections. Maxine had been lurking there for a few weeks and finally got up nerve to add her own comments. Dan responded and soon they were sending each other private messages. The relationship blossomed to e-mails and instant message sessions and finally to meeting each other for a bondage tryst. ...

Frances put down the book she was reading with a little sigh. “Reading ‘The Terror at Dawson’s Creek’ won’t get you your degree, will it?” her mother scolded. “Now, come on, get your proper books and don’t be wasting any more time on silly fiction. You know I’ve promised to baby-sit for your Auntie Margaret - and don’t be all night on the phone whilst I’m out. My phone bill will be as long as your arm if you spent any more time on it talking to that Deirdre or whatever her name is. I’ll be back tomorrow morning about eleven, so be sure to have some of that essay done before then.” ...

I happened at one of my son’s High School Football Games. I was the typical soccer mom, chauffeuring my son around after school – to the games, to the Dentist – to the Library – any place where he couldn’t walk, or ride his bike to. My husband Ralph worked in the City, and usually didn’t get home for dinner until after six – mostly closer to seven, when the commute was congested. We lived in the suburbs – one of the many bedroom communities that sprang up around the City to house the growing population of white-collar workers that had been drawn to the city by the growing computer revolution. ...

Mary Louise came home from her dull, boring secretarial job to her dull, boring garden apartment. Her random reflections on the dullness and boringness of her life suddenly stopped when she saw the door to her apartment was ajar. She was certain she had locked it – she always did. Cautiously, she stepped through, closing it silently behind her. She looked about. Some of the things in her living / dining / kitchen area had been disturbed. Papers were lying on the floor. There was a can of beer on her dining table. She listened. A distant mutter of voices could be heard from her bedroom. She tiptoed closer. ...

Well I had finally gotten up the courage to do some self bondage, but things didn’t turn out the way I had planned! This is that story. Well a little extra bit of story before the story is needed to explain why what happened happened. My husband has been interested in various bondage and kink fantasies since when I first met him. We have done a few bondage games, including one where he tied me up and then just left me there and went to go play on his computer. At first I was pissed at him, leaving me in such an aroused state. Moments later I felt like he had just tricked me so he could go play his internet games, but soon enough he came to visit me. He had only come to visit me to make sure that I was going to stay aroused though. He added some “Liquid V” to my clit (amazing stuff, look it up), and just walked off to his computer room again. ...

I would like to begin this story with a description of myself. I’m a 21 year old submissive that is 5'7" with an average body size and big B cup breasts. My name is Melissa and I wasn’t interested in self-bondage, and was terrified about being caught in any form of bondage until my current Master, who forced me to try things I was worried about. Now that I’ve tasted the fear and excitement of being caught I now crave it when I have the time and the mood is right. ...

I would like to begin this story with a description of myself. I’m a 21 year old submissive that is 5'7" with an average body size and big B cup breasts. My name is Melissa and I wasn’t interested in self-bondage, and was terrified about being caught in any form of bondage until my current Master, who forced me to try things I was worried about. Now that I’ve tasted the fear and excitement of being caught I now crave it when I have the time and the mood is right. ...

It was late and I seemed to be the last person in the shopping mall. It was real dark and as I got close to my car I saw a dark van, it was old and looked like it might have been abandoned. Then as I got closer to my car the lights in the parking lot went out I thought to myself damn I should have left a little earlier. Here I am dressed real slutty. Yes sometimes I do that to see what the guys at the mall do. I was wearing a real short gray skirt and a tight black button down shirt. Then I added my six-inch heels and black stockings. Underneath it all I had on my shiny red satin bikini panties with a matching bra. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 7: My Inner Whore Discovered) Chapter 8: My Demonic Lover “What do you mean Paul?” I asked, captivated by his statement. He continued to stare at me intently, carefully weighing up his response. “I wanted to keep you on the side lines, keep you out of things – but Steve needed you so badly it just got more and more difficult.” “Sidelines of what, Paul – what are you talking about?” My question had a slight edge, my curiosity sharp as a needle. ...

Desmond Hamilton was fairly wealthy. Not quite a millionaire, but well on the way to it. He had a lovely wife, Nichole, a nice house, a Jaguar car. What more could you want? But Desmond did. Desmond was having an affair with his secretary, Natasha. Nichole was straight laced. She would not give Desmond the thrills he was seeking. Hence he had the affairs. He wanted someone to represent him during the day, a wife in the evening and a whore at night. Nichole was no whore! She was the epitome of class. She was tall, blonde, blue eyed and extremely well spoken. ...

Part 2 As Amy was about to reach for her keys, the door opened, and her friend Celia’s wannabe DJ boyfriend stepped out into the half-dark carrying his mountain bike. He gave Amy a smug grin as he pushed past her. Amy wondered if he could see, or even feel the rubber she was wearing and blushed furiously. She stamped into the hall without looking back and slammed the door behind her. ...

Cassandra had just turned 21 and her girlfriend Kathy gave her a big birthday party to celebrate. Since Cassandra was 21 there was a lot of liquor there. After a few hours some of the partygoers decided to play poker. Kathy talked Cassandra into playing. The game went on for an hour before Cassandra lost all her money and tried to quit. Kathy said, “Let me spot you some money so you can continue to play.” ...

She had known Alan since school days and they were like brother and sister. He was not spectacularly handsome, but had a boyish charm. He was clean shaven, tall and fastidiously neat. He shared her interest in music. He was just younger than her. She had many friends, mostly boys, but none quite like Alan. Alan never looked to her for romance, he did not seem to notice her femininity, he was just Alan. He was there when she passed her driving test. He came to her 18th birthday party. When she broke up with John, there was Alan. When she played in the band, there was Alan supporting her. They had played bridge together and as a pair they were pretty formidable. They had even gone on holiday together once. They had drifted apart. She had met her soul mate and they had hit it off almost immediately. Alan came to her wedding, of course, but she lost touch with him for a long time. Then suddenly he reappeared. She saw him now and then, but she was married now. She had little need of a brother, though she still valued his friendship, he even seemed to get on well with David. ...

The newest reality TV series - “Who Wants a New Life”. This is part one of a story. The majority of the mummy action will take place in following part(s). Hope you all enjoy! “And welcome back to, ‘Who wants a new life’ ” I groan as I watch the host of the show walk around on the stage floor, boasting to the audience about how popular the show is, and how they are going to choose the winner, blah blah blah. ...

(story continues from The Herb Plot 11)_ The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 7 by Zack The Herb Plot by Zack Chapter 7 Interloper moved through hyperspace, if ‘moved’ could be applied in the context of traveling outside of space and time. The message from the Admiralty was addressed to the Interloper’s commanding officer, and after Captain Goda read the rescue orders she sent for Lieutenant Commander Pami Erig, Officer-in-Charge of the Special Activities Detachment. “Well, Pami, you’re going to have a chance to try out your new organization. Two anthropologists from the University of Zarn have gone missing in Avorna. That’s a medieval kingdom on the third planet of star H662541034.” (Captain Goda always gave the star number. No one else cared.) ...

Diane Chambers wracked her brains for the umpteenth time as she stare in frustration at the Blanc doodles on her not pad and the frustratingly uninspiring suggestions regurgitated by her search engine. She reached for her coffee. Pulling a sour face, she returned the cup and its stone cold contents to the computer table. It was only a few days until Valentines Day and she still did not have the faintest idea of what to buy. It really was a cliché, but what do you buy the man who has everything? ...

Diane Chambers wracked her brains for the umpteenth time as she stare in frustration at the Blanc doodles on her not pad and the frustratingly uninspiring suggestions regurgitated by her search engine. She reached for her coffee. Pulling a sour face, she returned the cup and its stone cold contents to the computer table. It was only a few days until Valentines Day and she still did not have the faintest idea of what to buy. It really was a cliché, but what do you buy the man who has everything? ...

Jan 27, 2004 Hi, My experience with Ringgag is much different than the rest of the posts. I was looking for a weekend in slavery following a week long conference for my business in Reno. I started email discussions with Ringgag spelling out exactly what kinds of things I was looking for with him and if they really could be made to happen. He said he could make it all a reality for me. ...

I first met Seamus Kelly in the Student Union bar at Oxford University in England. He was Australian, from somewhere I’d never heard of called Paramatta, and was doing a post-graduate course in Elizabethan Drama. The name is Irish betraying his distant ancestry and pronounced Shamus, but you needn’t remember that as we instantly christened him Ned. He was a tall, tanned and flamboyant character whereas I was only middle height, thin, pale and wiry, but our preoccupations with girls and booze were very much in accord. My Traffic Engineering Masters was for the same two-year period and we ended up sharing an attic flat for our final year. ...

Casting Notice: Female (20-30 years old); Young wife/homemaker type for non-union national commercial. Must be under 5’2”, flexibility a must. Multiple spots, $20,000 buy out. Open call, bring photo/resume 134 King St. East. Saturday 9:30am It almost seemed too good to be true. Michelle had come to the city six months ago, hoping to follow her dream of becoming an actress. In those six months, she’d lived in seedy apartments, worked crappy jobs, and had door after door slammed in her face. She couldn’t get into the union; she couldn’t even get an agent. It wasn’t that she wasn’t talented and she certainly had the look. ...

It was Emily’s first day of a new job as a waitress at a diner downtown. She liked the job and was glad that she found something so quickly when she moved into this area. The diner was right across from a very large office building full of high paid executives. They were always good tippers. The dress was casual so she could wear jeans and sneakers and be comfortable. She never wore socks or underwear and was glad that she didn’t have to worry about having to wear them. Her shift went to 11:00 pm and she was going home. She got on the bus and sat down. She realized after a few minutes that she had got on the wrong bus. She got off at the next stop. It took her a few minutes to figure out where she was. She determined that her apartment was only 3 blocks away if she cut through an alleyway, but 6 blocks if she took the main streets around. She decided to go through the alley. It was well lit and looked safe. ...

After an evening at home entertaining, Jenny discovers the joys of mummification, but gets more than she bargained for when things start to go wrong… Part 1: Jenny’s Introduction Hi, my name’s Jenny and my introduction to the joys of mummification bondage started when my husband, John invited his friend Mike over for the evening. We’d had a few drinks and talked a lot, mostly about Mike and his recent marriage break-up. He kept saying that his wife, Sally had changed but wouldn’t go into any details. We had a few more drinks and decided to go inside and watch a video. While I got some food together, John sorted out the video we were going to see, grabbing some nibbles I walked into the lounge and placed the food down on the coffee table in front of Mike. John then turned the video on and we watched the film, it wasn’t has good as we’d thought it would be, so we decided to change it. ...

Princess Thethi slept uneasy. The hot desert wind lingered in the Pharaos palace. The princess was tossing and turning in her bed. In her dreams she walked through the palace, barely dressed in a gauze dress. Under the transparent cloth, sweat glistered on her round hips, her firm breast and on her slender legs. Her long, dark hair danced in the wind. The wind lifted her up and she felt her dress slipping away. The touch of the wind was like a chill on her light brown skin. She saw herself suspended in the air by unseen forces, arms and legs slightly spread as to embrace a lover. Out of nowhere bands of white linen wrapped themselves tightly around her arms and legs. Round her waist and breasts the bands went, up to her throat, leaving her head uncovered for now. As her crotch was covered in white cloth, the princess felt the bands tighten even more. They forced her feet in a straight line with her legs and she couldn’t bend her legs anymore. Her already slim waist was further reduced, making breathing harder. Her breast were slightly lifted by the bands, her body was begining to feel rigid. ...

Kidnapped in Mexico by Ardvark Kidnapped in Mexico by Ardvark Along the Road: The truck full of farm workers slowed as they drove past the spot where the two men were holding me. I was very aware that I was providing the men in the truck with quite a show. While I do not consider myself beautiful, many men have told me that I’m a “looker.” I have naturally wavy, reddish blonde hair that frames a face that I have been told is pretty. My 105 pounds is arranged on a 5’2” frame that is 34C-23-35. This is all carried on straight, well-formed legs. My nipples are large and tight with very small aureoles around them and are the kind that stand erect most of the time. I usually turn men’s heads when I enter a room. Standing naked by the side of the road however, was not the way I wanted men to be able to see me. ...

8 8 Penance for Gromet by Jan Penance for Gromet My name is Jan and I have just recently been introduced into a life of BDSM. After my indoctrination my Husband (Master) instructed me to type up my experiences (A Slave in the Making) and submit them to Gromet’s site for all to read. I did as instructed and Mr Gromet was nice enough to post my story. Unfortunately shortly after I sent it I mistakenly screwed up my E-Mail account and had to ask Mr Gromet to change my address on my story to my new one. My Master was very upset with me for having to trouble Mr Gromet and informed me that I was to be severely punished for my stupidity. ...

Part 1 “Bye Mom,” Brad Suitor called over his shoulder, “I’ll be back around dinnertime. Thanks again for letting the guys stay over.” Rachel Suitor watched as her son dashed down the steps toward the station wagon. Though only in his first semester of college, Brad had already received a request for a job interview with a prestigious software company. That company was Philadelphia, two hours away from their Pocono home. ...

(story continues from A College Education)_ Part 2 Yes, Rachel felt sullied alright, practically nude and shackled like she was. Knowledge that a simple keystroke could ruin her life, as well as that of her husband’s, left her awash in dread. Yet, as she sat there helplessly, straining against the unbreakable shackles and staring at the images on the laptop, she felt something else. A perverse thrill sent a shudder up her spine so forceful, she feared that the students might notice. ...

(story continues from Bondage Paradise 2: Tuesday) Part 3: Wednesday & Thursday Week 1 Wednesday Morning/Afternoon, Week One. Mandy slowly woke up. Glancing over at the clock on the bedside table told her it was 11:20am. ‘Holy crap, I have slept for twelve hours straight’ she thought to herself. Then she remembered the session she had had with the fucking-machine in the playroom the night before, and how intense it had been. With a big smile on her face she got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom and the shower, stripping off her plain, white cotton underwear on the way. ...

Claire awoke to find herself in an awkward state. She could see nothing but hazy images and smell nothing but rubber. She licked her lips only to find she could taste nothing but rubber. It was as if her skin had been changed to latex. (A marvellous thought she mused) Attempting to work out what had happened, Claire lifted her hand. She found that she could move her hands no more than a few centimetres in any direction. Her feet too were restrained similarly. She was almost about to cry out when she heard a door open. ...

(story continues from Dolly Discovery 2: Leather Pleasure)_ Part 3: Latex Dolly I had asked for this, I wanted to become another one of his dolls for his use and pleasure, I wanted to feel what it would be like to be one of his dollies and I was loving every part of it so far. I had asked to be bound to the bench in his dungeon playroom just like the doll that I had seen tied there on my tour around the house. I was now wearing the same outfit that the doll was wearing, a leather corset, thigh high fuck-me boots and arm length gloves, my limbs were bound to each leg of the bench and several straps held my body to the padded bench top. ...

Amy knew. The instant she saw Drew’s car in the driveway she knew. In a few minutes she’d be on display, nearly naked for her ex-boyfriend. Drew wasn’t her official boyfriend. Her real boyfriend went to military school and she only saw him on holidays. Drew was a classmate and neighbor. They were in the same grade, belonged to the same clubs, were a couple, of sorts, at games and dances. They were friends mostly, almost like cousins, although, truth be told, kissing cousins. She had let him get to second base and he seemed happy there. A bit of kissing, a bit of fondling under her sweater seemed to satisfy him. ...

Embed (verb) - To surround tightly or firmly; to envelop or enclose; to incorporate or contain; to fix into a surrounding mass Part One The sight of the tall gangly youth, loitering beneath the streetlight on the opposite side of the road, slightly unnerved Lisa as she hurried towards her destination. It may have only been her imagination, but she was certain that his eyes followed her; watching intently, eyeing her up even. Thank goodness she was nearly at the address she was looking for. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure 3)_ Chapter 4 – Staged Desire Once in the safe haven of my room, I flung myself on the bed and lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling. My pussy still ached and stung and the memory of recent events replayed in my head like a film reel. I’d been used, abused and humiliated – yet the breath caught in my throat as I re-lived those erotic experiences. The look of desire on the men’s faces, their urgency, the way they were both so totally turned on and hot for me – those images, those feelings still coursed through me. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 4: Staged Desire)_ Chapter 5 – Sexy Memories I lay there for some time, just appreciating the night sky. The pool and the night air had cooled me. I felt relaxed, languid. Suddenly, I caught sight of some movement – a figure in the darkness. My heart began to race. I was still mostly naked, wearing only a damp G-string. My sexy velvet dress lay in a crumpled heap on the deck. Before I’d had a chance to stir, the figure was beside me – close enough to make out a face – Steve. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 5: Sexy Memories)_ Chapter 6 - Decadence Dave poured me the same sweet drink I’d enjoyed the day before. I loved the engulfing warmth as I sipped it. I loved the way it relaxed me. I sat down beside him on the sofa. His hand rested on my thigh and he looked into my eyes. “This is our little secret Kristin,” he said gravely, “Other people wouldn’t understand.” ...

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

Half fact waiting to happen. ( And hoping most will happen ) After reading stories about packaged I became rather obsessed and aroused by the thought of it happening to me, I went on a few fetish sites and started to ask a few questions about how it could be achieved. I came across a guy (let’s call him Paul) who said he would gladly make some type of device to restrain me in while I was crated up and delivered back home to give my husband a big surprise and hopefully a lovely gift. ...

(story continues from Jenet) Part 2 - Surprise! In the bright light of morning, the “outline” looked very sketchy indeed! There were many holes and omissions, like, how do I tell Michael. That was the big hang-up. I knew I had to tell him, but…that could be the end of our relationship! Damn it! How could I be so stupid? How could I have given in to those dark urges? Just fucking stupid! ...

(story continues from Jenet 2) Part 3 - Bondage Goddess I don’t know how long I was hanging from the bedpost. Long enough to have a pretty intense orgasm, anyway! At one point, someone’s lips brushed against my nipples and took first one then the other into his mouth, nibbling at them. Was that Michael? I should know his moves by now but I wasn’t sure. This was followed by caresses from the palm of an unknown hand across the tips of my hardening nipples. The harsh pressure caused by clamps being tightened onto my swollen nipples interrupted all of this gentle attention. I moaned softly at the discomfort being visited upon my breasts, but I was so intent on the stimulation of the vibrating rope, that I barely noticed the clamps. Now, as they untied me and the clamps came off, my nipple discomfort intensified. I suffered through it, but I was really preoccupied by what may lay ahead. Two pairs of hands worked on me, removing the ropes holding me tightly to the bedpost. When my feet were returned to the floor I found they were cramped from the position they had been held in. But not to worry! So much rope still held me to the post that I didn’t need to support myself yet. I stretched and worked my leg muscles as they continued untying me. By the time I was free of the pole, I could stand by myself. I felt them release the strap around my neck and unzip the hood. As they peeled it back, a hand covered my eyes. Between the hand and the glare caused by finally seeing light, I couldn’t actually see what was going on or who was in the room before a padded blindfold covered my eyes. The blindfold was tightened and I was without sight again. It was frustrating not knowing who was doing what, but the loss of sight heightened my feeling of helplessness and my sense of being a captive. They left the gag that I had buckled into my own mouth in place. To remove me from the post, they had to untie my hands and elbows. When they were free, I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me, just like had happened out in the woods when I had been momentarily unbound. Before I could dwell on this disappointing freedom, they began to retie me. They tied my hands palm to palm and, as a new twist, taped my fingers and hands together into a ball. No way was I going to get at a knot! My elbows were crushed together, cinched and secured to a rope that passed under my arms and behind my neck. When they pulled that rope tight, it lifted and tightened my elbow rope significantly. It felt delicious! I was flexible enough that the elbow tie didn’t cause much discomfort, but the way I was tied was really tight and restrictive. I was back under their control and not unhappy about it at all! I began to realize that although they had me tied, I was the one with the hold over Michael and James. They were worshipping at my altar; I was their bondage goddess and that thought made me giddy with desire. Michael spoke. “We’re going to take a little walk, Jenet. Just shuffle along and you’ll be all right.” It was the old Michael’s voice I heard, not the angry Michael that had first confronted me. I was happy to hear that and mentally settled even more into the situation of bound captive. They tied a rope loosely around my neck. Huh, leashed like a dog! A tug on the rope and a light twist of a nipple told me I should start to move. At first, it was awkward walking without sight. I was afraid of tripping over something, but eventually I developed some confidence that they wouldn’t lead me into a minefield of obstacles and I was able to shuffle along. It was so weird and exciting to be led around my apartment, sightless, bound and gagged. Out of the bedroom and down the hall we went. I knew that we would end up in the living room, but I had no idea what was in store for me. The fear of the unknown and my inability to influence my fate in any way was a powerful stimulus and I let my excitement grow. Were they going to take me somewhere out of the house? That would be a trip to remember! The walk took only a few minutes, but I was really juiced by it! I was fully immersed in being the bound captive and totally helpless, but I managed to resist them enough to get a couple of nipple twists and swats on the butt to keep me moving. Someone, Michael again, guided me into a sitting position on the couch. I was wracking my brain for a clue as to what could happen next as they tied my ankles. I was surprised that the ropes were kind of loose. I thought about what was in this room. There were some armchairs, the sofa, an entertainment center, and the balcony door. The balcony! Were they going to tie me out on the balcony? Adrenaline shot through me; my heart rate soared. It was night after all and we were on the third floor. Who could see me! That would be so cool! Public bondage! I was totally convinced that I was headed for the balcony as two pair of hands picked me up, but they set me on my back on the floor. I was shaking with excitement as I felt them fiddling with my ankle ropes. I felt my legs being pulled up off the floor. Huh, what was going on? I rolled onto my stomach and was pulled along the floor as my legs continued to rise. The tension on my ankle ropes and in my leg increased and then I flipped back over. Suddenly, I understood exactly what was happening! This room had a cathedral ceiling and when I had moved in, I had them take out the ugly chandelier that was hanging here. I remember the worker saying that the ring holding up the chandelier was heavy-duty enough to hang a small car. They were going to hang me from it by my ankles! Soon only my neck and the back of my head were in contact with the floor. One final heave and I was swinging free. I could feel myself still rising, but I had no idea how far above the floor I was. Now I knew why they hadn’t tied my ankles tightly! The tie was like a sling and was suspending me without a lot of pressure on my ankles. I almost swooned at the helplessness of it all. Or maybe it was the blood rushing to my head. I had never, ever been suspended and I found it exhilarating! I was totally unable to fend for myself, totally at their mercy. It was not uncomfortable except for the pressure in my head and the pull on my ankles, but there was no place to put my arms! I tried to keep them close to my body, but couldn’t keep them there. It required too much effort! I tried to let them hang but couldn’t find a good position. They solved that issue for me when they tied my arms almost straight out behind me. They must have tied them off to something in the room because now I couldn’t swing around at all and I felt much more restricted! I jiggled myself on the end of the tether to get a sense of the predicament I was in. I heard myself moaning into my gag. It was so exciting! That was when the first blow from the flogger slapped off my ass! ...

Part 1 Sabina padded along the open deck, staring out through the plexi-steel windows into space. Mistress had decided they needed to go visit some friends far away, and this space station made a nice stopping off point along the way. Her face felt a little warm still, Mistress had not picked Sabina an outfit that allowed much in the way of modesty. Along with the wide heavy latex collar, that marked Sabina as Jenka’s personal property, there was a tiny skirt. The pleated red plaid skirt barely covered her ass at all, and the gleaming white satin panties only seemed to make things worse. The tight satin seemed to catch the light and draw eyes every time her skirt moved. A tight latex armbinder encased her arms, its smooth surface reflected the warm lights. Keeping her arms helplessly pressed together and folded up behind her back. ...

(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 2)_ Part 3 Jenka moaned softly through the ring gag, her muscular sleek thighs tensed, trembling. She had been removed from the tub some time ago, separated from sabina and brought here. She had no idea where here was, but it had a bed, a soft bed covered with sleek latex sheeting. Her captors had strapped her shorts off and added a TIGHT leather corset. Cinching down her already narrow waist until breathing became difficult. Forced down onto the bed her wrists had been un-bound. Arms cramped and weak from hours of bondage she had no chance of fighting as the bound her arms to the foot board ...

(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 3)_ Part 4 Huge hands yanked the tight latex discipline hood over sabina’s head. Other hands yanked the matching gleaming black corset tighter and tighter. Struggling to breath through the ring gag she moaned helplessly. The hands kept roaming as the voices around her called out suggestions. her tail flicked rapidly side to side, knees trembling. Tight little ass rounded back as a thick finger, slick with her own arousal, slid deep into her little bottom. ...

(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 4)_ Part 5 Jenka shuddered as she felt Dynotaku’s thick fingers caress across her flat stomach. Growling through the ring gag she tried to pretend his touch didn’t feel marvelous. Her fingers curled into fists as the leather straps pinning her to the bed creaked in protest. Damn him, why did he have to be so good at this. Where her captors had used simple persistence to arouse her Dynotaku was much more subtle. Making her yearn for every touch. She could see that damn smirk on his face as well. ...

(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 5) Part 6 As the drugged ale began to to its job, Jenka was struggling in the other room. The three had become six by the time Dynotaku had returned. The one inside her now was huge, and she was so sensitive and sore. How in hades does sabina take this kind of abuse, Jenka wondered. Her sleek form arched against the straps as a ragged scream of ache and pleasure ripped free. Her body forced to respond against her own will. ...

It all started with my late-night visits to Liverpool Central Library. I use the place at least once a week as I’m studying as a mature student. My preferred time is late, usually after midnight. It’s the best time to go as it’s pretty quiet & you be sure that the only other users are serious geeks who, like myself try to avoid being disturbed. Anyway, back to my fantasy….. ...

(story continues from Part 20: How Anne’s Story Began As narrated)_ _Continues from part 20 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!) ...

(story continues from On French Soil 7 - A Slave No Gentler) Chapter 9 “Unto the weary and all-watched night” Cowering like a trapped fawn, Catherine D’Astier lay huddled and frozen with horror. Her slender wrists were still tied tightly behind her back and the cloth gag was still firmly between her lips, despite her weakened efforts to wrench free of their grasp. The fight in her had ebbed away. Helpless, she wormed her way to the back of the bed; away from the low, gasping breaths she could hear coming from the floor. Every time the wretched man coughed, she winced, fearing that he would awaken and the nightmare would never end. Catherine prayed for it to end. The Church had always been important to her father and thus, to everyone in her family. It was not faith, however, that brought Phillip D’Astier into the sparrow-quiet chambers of Notre Dame. It was the power that lay behind the incense and the albs and the carved saints upon the walls. It was that power that Phillip patiently cultivated to bloom and the reason he placed his youngest son Simon into the clergy. This is The Church that Catherine knew and it’s God could be bought with silver; a hollow faith. But now she prayed the prayers bred of faith and tears and fear. Catherine chanted the Latin words in her mind over and over again, a ward against the evil that lay beside the bed, a demon in the shape of a brutish man-at-arms. A groan came up from the floor like a chill wraith and Catherine’s beseeching stopped. She whimpered from behind her gag and closed her eyes, hoping that this too was a dream like before. However, from her self-imposed darkness, Catherine could hear every breath the man took. She could hear every creak of the floor and rustle of straw. Every cough. The young French captive knew, deep within her, that her demon was getting up. She willed her eyes open. The man’s hand, gnarled and covered in his own blood, clawed at the edge of the bed. Slowly, as if Hades slowed the passage of time itself, the man rose. In the bloody ruins of the man’s face, she could see the hatred branded into the man’s dark, bloodshot eyes. His grin, teeth bloodied and broken from her kicks to his face, looked as viscous as any madden hound. Blood continued to trickle down from his crushed nose. “Sow,” he spat. The man knew he would have her and then he would kill her. His lord’s prize would be a corpse and a corpse was hard to ransom. It served Lord de Valence right for bringing him to this forsaken land of France while his wife was heavy with child. The Welsh borders were harsh; even cruel. He needed to be there, beside his wife’s bedside, instead of being in France. DeValence’s ransom had the fight drained from her and now she cowered on the bed. Her ivory skin now flushed red with her exertions. Her long hair, the color of raven’s wings, hung in a fray over her face and around her head. He could barely discern Catherine’s dark eyes peering frightened from behind those tresses. He could see why his lord kept her for his own. And soon, the ruffian thought, he would taste the same fruits of his lord’s. “No” Catherine cried through her gag as the man grabbed one of the ropes that had tied her legs together and began to wrap it around her slender ankle. She tried to kick him, but now he was far too wary of her attempts at hurting him and he grabbed the other ankle with little problem. Catherine thrashed and cried and twisted in her bindings like a fish caught in a net. First one ankle was tied to a bedpost, than her other was similarly bound, spreading her open for this English troll. But still she weakly struggled. “There’n, wench! Let’n me sees you fight me now,” the rapist said. “Ugggggghhhhhh!” Catherine screamed through her gag as the man picked up his dagger from his pile of clothes and grinned. “I’s will put’n this in you, wench, after I’n done wit you,” he smiled as he positioned himself between her legs, “You’n will not forget’n this weapon, will’n you!” The foul man began caressing her soft, black nest with the tip of the dagger; poking her here and there and laughing when Catherine winced. She had stopped struggling and dulled by fear she just lay there and watched as the dagger probed lower to her most sensitive parts. The cool tip of steel that touched her puffed lips felt like a viper’s fang. The man then set the dagger down and hovered over her, pushing his gnarled cock into her quim. With one hard thrust, he was in Catherine and started forcing himself in and out of her faster and faster. All Catherine could do is close her eyes and whimper at his demonic assault. His member tore at her, the pain it caused not nearly as much as in her imagination; chaffing her still sensitive lips. The man’s sour breath engulfing her as he rammed into her as deeply as he could. Then he stopped. “One more thrust, Geoffry, and this blade will swyve through your arse.” Catherine saw past her grunting tormentor a tall, rain-soaked blonde knight with narrowed blue eyes, sword drawn and pointed between the ruffian’s warty cheeks. “This is Lord de Valence’s ransom and you are violating his will,” Richard Corfe continued to speak, his voice talon sharp. “I’n was just havin’ . . .” Geoffry started to explain, easing himself out of Catherine. “Shut up!” The knight spat, “Is this how you repay our lord’s generosity!” “I’n. . .” “Get your arse out!” Richard spat, withdrawing his sword a bit. Geoffry slowly eased himself off of the bed, palming his dagger and keeping it out of sight of the knight. He was heedful of the tip of the broadsword pointed at him and, more importantly, the man wielding the weapon. Corfe was a fair man but he was not a man to cross for he could be as ruthless as Lord de Valence. Corfe was also very much battle-hardened; the death’s of many a man were light upon Corfe’s soul. Another would not bother Corfe at all. “I’n a going, Master Corfe,” Geoffry said, grabbing his leggings, shoes and leather jerkin from the floor. “If I see you here again, Geoffry, I will make sure that your last dance is with a noose around your neck. That I can promise.” “If’n. . .” “Go!” Robert spat. Geoffry, with clothes in hand, disappeared out the door. Richard stepped over and closed the door before coming over to Catherine and sitting upon the bed beside her head. “Are you hurt, my lady?” Richard spoke softly in Catherine’s native tongue, combing his fingers through her long, dark hair. All Catherine could do is weep and bury her head the wet sleeve of Richard’s tunic. Gently, she felt her gag being untied and removed from between her lips. It was a relief to her, having the cloth not tugging at the corners of her mouth. “There, my lady ransom, I should say that this is much better,” Richard said in a voice as soft as lamb’s wool. The bound girl nodded her head but did not reply. “You are safe now, dear lady ransom. Edward shall return at first light. His task this foul night is the devil’s own work and he will be weary and in need of your magic. Sleep now. . .” He continued to comb his fingers through her hair. Richard’s touch was gentle and calming. Soon Catherine began to sleep again and Richard heard her whispers as her head lay upon his lap. -o0o- Outside, in the cold of the pre-dawn night, Edward waited and watched wrapped in his cloak as the last of the defenders of the first tower coughed and staggered out, the look of defeat deeply etched on their blackened faces. Arrows still were spat from the second tower, but they were few and Edward knew that the French in that tower were running short of them. It would only be a matter of a day or two before they too would be brought out by either smoke or starvation. The defenders defiance would wane like the moon. Edward’s King Henry the V would have his precious port of Harfleur to winter in before his chevauchee the next spring. There would also be a French army to oppose His Majesty. However, Edward knew the French court was nearly in civil war and it would divide such an army. By Spring, Henry’s army would be large and rested and ready to bury it’s teeth into the flesh of the French which still refused recognize King Henry’s right to the throne. The smoke and the cold mist shrouded the skeleton ruins of buildings as Edward slowly made his way home. Few soldiers walked the streets, mostly one’s like himself who were making their way back to their billets to rest their chilled bones. Out of the corner of his eye, the knight saw a naked soldier, clothes clutched to himself, scurry down the street and swallowed in the dark gray. Edward smiled, thinking that the man was probably cast out of a woman’s arms by not enough coin or by a jealous husband. There was no guard posted at Edward’s building. No need. The walls were now guarded by the men of good King Harry’s army. Inside, fires burned low, a warm and welcome light. Many of his men lay on the floor huddled under their blankets and cloaks, the noises of their sleep a cacophony of snores and grumbles and mutterings. Edward eased himself up the stairs into the living quarters, past more of his men, and to his private chamber. Richard Corfe looked up as Edward swung open the door. “My lord,” he said in a harsh whisper. “How now, dear Corfe,” Edward asked, his anger at the intrusion into his chambers starting to boil. “Your ransom is safe and asleep, my lord. . .” Indeed, Catherine lay, still bound, curled up and asleep in the bed beside Corfe, lost in a deep sleep. Her captive wrists were still tethered behind her back but her ankle and crupper bindings were gone. Even her gag was gone from between her lips. “. . .There was an intruder,” Corfe went on to say. “Intruder?” Edward asked, the anger making his words clipped and gravely. “Yes, my lord.” “Who?” “One of the men. . .Geoffry Potterson . . .a man of little value. He was want to have his way with your ransom, lord deValence.” A silence hung between the two men as they looked into each others eyes. Edward saw no lies in his friend’s face. Richard was not one to tell untruths. He was as true as a sword and just as unyielding. “What of this Geoffry?” Edward asked, the anger still locked behind his frown. “I banished him from the camp, my lord. He will not see it fit to return here, my lord, or he will know what it is like to be spitted by my father’s steel.” Edward nodded. It was far from what he would have liked to have done to that foul cur, but, as always, Richard was thinking of all of Edward’s command. Tempers were already ragged from the months of siege and mud and death. It would not do to have Richard killing one of his own here. Such things rotted away loyalty. Richard got up from the bed slowly, as not to disturb the sleeping Catherine, “I shall leave you to your peace, my lord.” Edward nodded. It was not until Richard reached the door that Edward spoke up. “Wait.” “Yes, my Lord?” “You have done me a grand service, Richard. One that will be hard to repay. . .” “I do my duty, my lord, nothing less,” Richard replied. “no, no. . .listen to me, Richard,” de Valence continued, “I want to give to you some thing I now hold very dear. I do not do so lightly, my friend. What I am about to give you is my most valuable treasure.” The blond Corfe just stood, cloaked in a silence. Edward then bent down and kissed Catherine on the cheek. “Awaken,” Edward whispered in French. Slowly, Catherine awoke. A smile crossed her lips and her ebon eyes as she looked up into Edwards’ rugged face. She struggled to nestle closer to her English captor, wanting to feel his body next to hers; the warmth of his touch. Her wrists were still bound behind her back, but her freed legs enwrapped themselves around Edward’s as he sat beside her. Catherine felt her knights’ fingertips gently brushing over the curves of her cheek, as soft as a swans’ caress. “How are you, my Catherine?” he asked, still using her native French tongue. Catherine hugged herself closer to Edward. Her words were slow in coming, as if saying anything would make this dream swirl away into another abyss. “So much the better now that you are beside me, English, “she replied. Catherine’s voice was so much more musical now. It lacked the wicked barbs that had stung his ears earlier. It was a voice as soft and as inviting as a coney’s pelt. “I have heard, my captive ransom, that something wicked almost befell you.” Catherine turned her head away and barely whispered, “yes, m’lord.” ...

The taxi slowed down as it reached a three story building to its’ right and pulled into a nearby parking lot. The cab stopped next to the side entrance and a dark haired woman wearing a rain jacket and carrying a bag over her right shoulder stepped out. After paying the driver, the woman stood for a minute and looked at the building pensively. Janice had been a model for about five years now working mostly for agencies in need of lingerie models for store ads though recently she had begun posing for several web sites that had people pay for sexy pictures of semi-nude women in pantyhose or other sexy garments. In fact, after her recent move to Canada, it seemed her services were more in demand than ever before. However, on this particular day, she had flown back to the US to do some work for a company she had never heard of prior to receiving an email from them. They had seen her work previously and were very impressed by her look in the pictures. They said they were looking for professional models to help launch a new lingerie line they planned to sell exclusively online and they wanted her to be the feature model. The company even offered to pay her airfare to the city where they planned to start setting up the promos for the products in question. " Geez, paid for my trip here… offered to put me up at a hotel… they must really be desperate for a model with nice tits and legs, " Janice said with a small chuckle as she entered the building and slowly walked up the stairs towards the indicated office. She was dressed in a tight fitting blue sweater with tan slacks and high heels that completed a look that emphasized her look and then some to any male onlooker. To her surprise, when she opened the office door of the place she was asked to go to, she found a woman waiting for her instead of a man. The office itself was rather unusual in that it had a fairly small reception area with only one chair for waiting visitors and a single door leading elsewhere on the left. “Ah, you must be Janice. My name is Kwami…… Kwami Lee. I’m the personnel and sales manager for M & D Acessories for this region. Take a seat and we’ll discuss the proposal we emailed you about earlier.” Kwami said gesturing towards the chair nearby. “Thanks. I have to admit your offer caught me a little off guard. Most of the time, I get a call on the phone or someone sees me in person with a modeling offer. However, your approach was unique and refreshing and I like that, " Janice said with a sincere voice. Kwami smiled when she heard the compliment. “Well, that wasn’t all me. I think if you accept the offer I’m prepared to make you today, you’ll find that M & D has that personal touch with all the people that work for it, " she said with a smile as she shuffled through some papers. " That sounds good to me. So, tell me, does this job you have in mind for me involve much in the way of traveling around to visit clients and such ? " Janice inquired as visions of spending many hours traveling to nondescript towns and forgettable people to meet flashed before her eyes. " No, not at all. We plan to use you as our feature model in launching our newest brand of pantyhose - Heavenly Hose. We’ll be posting pictures of you in our regular site seen by the entire web as well as a series that are a bit more erotic in nature for husbands thinking of adding spark to their marriages and such. Here’s a list of the financial terms of what we plan to pay you on a monthly basis. Take a look at the figures and let me know if they’re acceptable to you, " Kwami said handing the brunette several typed pages that looked to be fresh off a computer monitor. Janice leafed through the pages and nodded in approval at what she saw. " Well, it all looks good from what I see here. Is there somewhere you want me to sign ? " the model said looking at the company associate with a friendly expression with dollar signs flashing before her eyes. Kwami nodded and got out a contract from her desk. Handing it to Janice along with a pen, she indicated to the model where she wanted her to sign. After all the t’s were crossed and i’s were dotted, Kwami put the contract on her desk and walked over to the door on the far right. " Welcome to M & D, Janice. As your first part of your job, I need you step inside this room and disrobe entirely before putting on our newly designed panties and pantyhose along with a pair of high heel shoes and nothing else. Once you’re ready, push the button marked ON and that will activate the video camera on the other side of the room. The camera is connected via the internet to our company HQ, who want to see how new models look modeling the merchandise in a more ’ intimate’ basis than still pictures. It sounds a little strange but…. " Kwami said handing the model several packages and what looked like a TV remote on top of the pile. Janice nodded as her face took on a broad smile. " Believe me, I’ve been asked to a lot stranger stuff than this in my past modeling jobs. I just hope the people at the other end can stand how steamy it can get when I start posing for a camera, " she said with a sultry look in her eyes. " Steamy will be one way of putting it by the time everything is all done, " Kwami thought to herself as she ushered Janice into the room in question and showed her where the camera was and the area she should stand in when posing for the audience on the other end. She then wished the model well before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Once she was alone, Janice quickly doffed her attire and set it on a nearby chair before unwrapping the lingerie she was to wear. She first slipped on a lacy black panty that were daring to say the least. A pair of shiny, tan colored pantyhose followed after which Janice slipped on a pair of white high heels with clear plastic straps. After checking her appearance in the mirror mounted on a nearby wall, the model walked over in front of an ordinary looking chest and faced towards the video camera that looked to be hooked directly into a nearby computer. " Well, whoever you are, I hope you like the show I’m about to put on, " Janice said softly as she depressed the button Kwami indicated on the control. As soon as the model hit the red button, she felt a surge of pleasure through her body that seemed to be emanating from her pantyhose’s waist band. Janice moaned softly out loud despite trying not to in front of her invisible audience whoever they were. After taking a second or two to gather her thoughts, Janice started to slowly sway back and forth in place while running her hands up and down her body in rhythm to music she was humming mentally to herself. As she gyrated and ran her hands through her hair and seductively over her thick red lips, she swore the feeling of pleasure she was experiencing was getting stronger by the second. " Hmmm….I wonder if they’ve built some sort of tiny computer technology into the pantyhose to give every woman who puts them on this kind of pleasure.. these guys might make a fortune….. " Janice thought to herself as she bent over and ran her hands down her legs in a slow, drawn out manner. As she went to straighten up, the sandy brown haired woman felt a little light headed for a second and put her right hand to her forehead. " Uhhh… sorry, whoever is watching, I’m a little off today… I must have ate too little for breakfast, " Janice said in the direction of the camera as she ran her right hand down her face and neck before putting it on her hip. Privately, she thought it might be a simple case of the nerves though she had done similar work in the past. After composing herself, Janice started to sway and shimmy as she was doing before in a very alluring way. After thirty seconds or so, the feeling of weakness returned stronger than before and caused Janice to put her hands on the bed in front of her to keep from falling to the floor in a heap. " Ummm…maybe… maybe we should postpone this audition or whatever you call it until tomorrow… I don’t seem… uhhh.. to be feeling too well… " the model muttered softly as her legs wobbled slightly from her lack of strength. Janice felt a wave of dizziness go through her along with other odd sensations she couldn’t figure out at all. She seemed to be sweating quite a bit more than usual as there was quite of a sheen appearing on her arms and across her chest. Receiving no response from her ’ audience’, Janice stood up straight and thought briefly of stepping out to see Kwami for a minute to explain her situation. However, the weakness she was experiencing was now accompanied by a numbness in her legs and they refused to respond to her thoughts in the slightest. The model leaned over and felt her legs through the sheer hose she was wearing. Janice was puzzled to find that her legs felt somewhat odd to the touch as if her skin was as smooth as the pantyhose now on it. " What’s going on here ? Kwami ! Kwami, could you come in here right away, please ? I think I might be having an allergic reaction to the fabric in this pantyhose, " Janice said as she leaned back against the chest behind her for support while she waited for Kwami to enter the room. As the seconds ticked by, Janice was puzzled by the fact that her host was not responding to her pleas for help. To compound her predicament, she saw that the weakness was spreading to all parts of her body and the sheen she had noticed before had spread beyond the edge of her pantyhose. It was at this point that the model noticed this glistening was in fact artificial in appearance and freckles she had always had around her waist were disappearing right before her eyes. " Kwami ! Kwami, get in here now ! Something weird is going on here ! " Janice shouted though her voice was much lower in volume than before. With panic starting to creep into her system, she tried to stand up again but found her arms were now just as unresponsive as her legs. She whipped her head around looking for someone or something that could help her out of her predicament but no help was evident. A moment or so later, the feelings of helplessness Janice became mixed with ones of sexual euphoria, which confused the model even more than she already was. Looking down, the woman saw that whatever was happening to her body was spreading rapidly and transforming her very being ! The model saw what looked like seams starting to become visible underneath the sheer pantyhose as well as along her arms as if her body was composed of sheets of latex or plastic sewn together in a factory. The smooth, glossy look was spreading upwards to her chest and shoulders with freckles, not to mention a small birthmark on her right breast, disappearing like stars winking out. At the same time, she felt an odd feeling building inside her as if her insides were being converted into nothing more than air or some sort of gas. Suddenly, Janice gasped out loud in pleasure in spite of her predicament as she felt her pussy suddenly clench tight on it’s own triggering what almost seemed to her like an orgasm. Moments later, her pussy opened into what felt like an ovular shape with the interior feeling like it was composed of the same material the rest of her was changing into. She sensed that her mound of finely trimmed pubic hair had disappeared just like her freckles and the area was now smooth and glossy like the rest of her was becoming. Janice moaned out loud once again as she felt her anus moving upwards by several inches before forming into the same O shape that her pussy was now in. It was then, like a lightning bolt out of the blue, that Janice realized what was happening to her. " A LOVE DOLL… I’M BECOMING AN INFLATED SEX TOY…. THIS CAN’T BE… HELP ME !…. SOMEONE, ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME !!!!…… " Janice moaned out loud before her ability to talk vanished like her mobility. ...

(story continues from Part 19: How I Met an Arabian Wife As narrated)_ _Continues from part 19 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!) ...

(story continues from The Party Favor) Part 2: Dear Diary Dear Diary Thursday, Nov 1 – All Saints’ Day Last night I did something I never dared to do. I was so naughty. I still can’t believe I did that. I went to a Halloween party as Alice, as in Alice in Wonderland. Me, timid little Susie. My face looked like a living doll. An anatomically correct living doll that is. Yes everyone at the party knew I was an anatomically correct doll. I proved it. All night long. They all saw my tits, pussy and behind, au naturel. But they still don’t know who it was at the party. Why? My face was made up to resemble a doll like storybook character. Behind that mask, I felt free, I could do it, and I did. I was so wanton. ...

Copyright 2009 Tony B, All Rights Reserved. May not be copied or moved to another website without permission Part 1: Sold My husband John sold me to be a sex slave for twenty thousand dollars. Granted, times are tough, and we were strapped financially after he lost his job, but to callously sell me, like a sack of potatoes into slavery was just impossible to understand. I’m glad about what happened in the long run. ...

Lana walked down the streets of the city late at night wondering if she was going to accept the offer from that new men’s magazine ‘Boobs, Boobs and more Boobs’ to be an exclusive model for their magazine. She had been the feature model at ‘Mammoth Melons’ for the last eighteen months and she was quite content with the pay and other perks they provided. Nevertheless, her potential new employer had mentioned the possibility of her owning stock in the parent company and she knew there would come a day where her big boobs would no longer keep her living in the lifestyle she was accustomed to. Arriving at the condominium she rented, she unlocked the front door and stepped inside with a broad smile coming to her lips upon hearing the ringing of her telephone near the door. The owner of the magazine trying to lure her away, Bob Gunsworth, had been calling her two or three times a day since the first proposal had been sent her way to see if she had agreed to model for him and if there was any other incentive he could offer that would help sway her. “Gee, you’d think I was some high priced movie actress instead of a blonde with big breasts,” Lana said with a chuckle as she stripped off her blue sweater to reveal her specially built 52DDD bra that she wore to contain her massive melons. Sitting down on the couch, she listened as the answering machine kicked in and Bob left his usual message only this time he was offering free trips to exotic destinations outside the country. “Hmmm…. I might have to call Bob in the morning and talk to him in person about this offer or at least finagle a little more out of him, " Lana muttered as she went to her bedroom and stepped out of the rest of her clothing before donning a flimsy blue nightie that hid none of her womanly assets. Sitting down on the edge of her king sized bed, the blonde bombshell slowly laid down on her back (sleeping on her chest had proved to be much of a hassle especially since her head didn’t even make contact with the pillow due to her mammoth melons) and dreamed of huge riches and how she would spend them…… **Next morning…….**Lana sipped on a cup of coffee while enjoying the view from the restaurant patio she was seated in. Sitting across the table from her was Bob, with had a stack of papers on his left and a semi-warm cup of coffee in front of him, talking angrily into his cell phone. “Look, I don’t care how you do it but get that web site up and running by the weekend. I want to launch our European sales division by the 21st and it’s going to be tough to sell anything over the Internet if there’s no site to direct people to. I don’t care if you have to write code all day and night but I want it up and running on time and no excuses !” Bob shouted before flipping his phone shut. “Sorry about that, Lana, but some people don’t understand what is spelled out to them in plain English. Now then, what’s it going to take to get you to agree to sign a contract with me and make us both more money than we know what to do with ?” Bob said with a warm smile on his face. “Well, tell me a little more about the incentives you said would be available to me. I understand you not only want me to pose for the magazine on a fairly regular basis but you want me to agree to have my likeness displayed on the products your company sells in return for a percentage of the net profits. Is that percentage guaranteed to be a certain minimum amount ?” Lana asked her host while looking him square in the eyes. Bob chuckled while trying to keep his focus on Lana’s lovely face and not let it drop down to her impressive chest that was straining mightily against the white blouse she was wearing. “You’ll get a more than fair amount of money, trust me. I’ve had my accountant add up all the figures and they’re all written down in this folder for you to go over. Take a look at them and if you have any questions, call me or send an email to my email address that is listed there. If everything is ok, sign the contract that is enclosed and send it to me via courier,” he said confidently as he handed the model a blue folder with a business card attached to the top. Lana flashed a bright smile as she accepted the proposal “How much time do I have to look over the numbers? I know you mentioned before that you have some new products and other items due to be released in a short time,” the blonde said as she briefly glanced at the folder’s contents before putting it on the table next to her coffee cup. “Well, there’s an incentive for you if you decide that the terms are acceptable within the next ten days. I have a company coming into the area during that time to shoot some promo spots for the magazine’s new looks as well as the products I mentioned to you before. If we’ve agreed to terms before they finish the work I’ve asked for, I can promise you a sizable bonus as my way of saying thanks for not having to bring the company back to the area a second time,” Bob said with a warm smile that only wavered a little when his cell phone started ringing. “I’ll look it over and let you know in the next few days one way or the other. Regardless of what happens, I wish you well, Bob, with all your business enterprises,” Lana said as he raised her coffee cup in a toast, which was reciprocated by the business man. Once that was done, the two ate their breakfast peacefully chatting about inconsequential matters before finishing up and leaving for matters they had to take care of individually. Both hoped that the meeting just concluded would lead to better things for all involved….. 6 days later…… The studio where the company that was doing promotional work for Mr. Gunsworth’s company had been divided into at least five different settings for the ongoing work. One area had three buxom women dressed in micro bikinis and lathered in copious quantities of suntan lotion fondling each other in highly charged erotic ways to the encouragement of a slick haired photographer. Another set had two nude women holding copies of ‘Boobs, Boobs and More Boobs’ on top of their massive chests with a large company banner draped in the background. Two other areas had naked men and women participating in what looked like scenes for XXX movies that were filmed for future release. It was the set at the far end of the studio that found Lana, in her new role as the star model for Bob Gunsworth’s magazine, sitting in a folding chair wearing a blue silk robe that covered her nude body. There were several people fussing with the furniture and decorations in front of her with a king size bed dominating the middle of the set. Piled up in a corner next to the bed was a pyramid composing of a variety of sex toys, ointments, creams and lotions all colorfully packaged to attract a buyer’s eye. “Ok, Lana, here’s how the video is going to start : after the company logo is shown, we cut to a montage of past issues of the magazine with a voice over recounting issues that were special to our readers in the past. The narrator then talks of a bold new direction for the magazine that will be unlike anything the readers have seen in the past. The center of this will be the newest member and featured spokes model for Boobs, Boobs and More Boobs - Lana Luscious ! We then cut to a series of still pictures of you posing in various settings and in different attire or lack thereof. Naturally, we’ll include a few from the ones we shoot today as well as a few teasers for some upcoming magazine shoots. After that, some montage shots of subscribers reacting to the news that you’ll be modeling for the magazine. Finally, we’ll show you being interviewed by an unseen person getting your personal feelings about coming to work for Mr. Gunsworth as well as revealing that you’ll be soon seen on a line of adult sex toys and such which will show your picture on them prominently which guarantees to the buyer the high quality of the item in question. Do you have any questions, Lana ? " the man standing opposite intoned to Lana all the details in a concise and businesslike voice. Amazed that Mr. Jackson, the man who had just spoken, had managed to rattle off all the details without pausing or seemingly to take a breath, Lana looked around in silence for thirty seconds or so as she let everything sink in before speaking. “Well, it seems that everything is going as was described to me earlier. Where shall we start for today’s shoot ? " Lana said as she doffed her robe and stood before the assembled people with her massive breasts jiggling slightly up and down. Later that day…….”…..and I really think that this magazine is the best adult oriented periodical on the market today. I look forward to talking to and meeting many of my fans in the future either at the new web site or at the upcoming convention Boobicon VI in Raleigh, " Lana said as she gazed into the camera with a seductive look in her eyes. She licked her thick, glossy lips with her tongue while running her right hand along her massive boobs for additional effect. Once the camera had stopped rolling, Lana stood up and thanked the interviewer for his professionalism and, she joked, his ability to make eye contact. She then walked over to the area where they had set up for some more promotional pictures to be taken. Since it was late in the day, all the other staff had either headed home for the day or were in the process of leaving so it was just her, the photographer and his helper. After exchanging pleasantries, they began taking a series of shots for the upcoming promo blitz for her signing. After some pin-up style shots, Lana stepped behind dressing screen where she put on a black corset that cinched her waist and made her breasts protrude even more. She then tied strips of green cloth around her neck and wrists before reappearing and moving to stand before a floral background that had been erected by the photographer’s aide. “What’s with these green strips of cloth and why do they smell like potpourri ? " Lana said as she started to do her posing for the camera. Privately, she was looking forward to finishing the work soon as she felt a growing sense of fatigue throughout her entire body. “Well, the cloth is for the St. Patrick’s day promotions Mr. Gunsworth plans to run in the Boston area as well as other select areas in the US and Europe. As for the potpourri fragrance, well..uhh… my assistant Jack was buying a present for his girlfriend and he stored it in the same bag that contained the shoot’s props. Don’t worry, you won’t notice it after a few more minutes,” the photographer said with a weird smile crossing his face. “Why would he say something like that about the fragrance ?…. uhhh… and why am I feeling like all the strength is draining out of me….? " Lana thought to herself as she assumed a heroic pose with her hands, curled into fists, planted against her hips with her legs spread apart in a confident manner. Her mind felt like it was becoming cloudier by the second and she was having trouble focusing on the task at hand. “Ok, Lana, for your last pose, why don’t you keep your hands clinched tight into fists and press them tight against those magnificent boobs of yours, " the photographer called out encouragingly to the blonde model. When he noticed that Lana was moving very slow in compliance with his request, the photographer silently motioned Jack to carefully give the model a hand. A second or so later, Jack gingerly grasped Lana’s arms by her forearms and moved her hands in position before stepping back. “That’s great, Lana. Hold it right there and your transformation will be all done in a minute or so, " the photographer said as he grabbed a different camera and started clicking away with the flashes much brighter than before. “Transformation !!!… What the…. !” Lana gasped out in anger and confusion and tried to move towards the camera guy to confront him but found her ability to move had vanished altogether. This was quickly followed by her falling silent as she was unable to talk as well as she stood before the two men, who seemed not the least bit surprised by what was happening. Before the blonde bombshell had a chance to absorb the loss of some of her abilities, she felt a growing sense of lightness starting at her extremities and moving rapidly through her body. Lana saw her reflection in one of the mirrors opposite her next to the set and the image would have caused her to gasp if she still could. Her skin was changing in color and appearance from normal flesh tone to a smooth, artificial appearance with all her freckles and blemishes disappearing rapidly over her arms and legs. Lana could see what looked seams appearing on her shoulders and legs as well as forming around her breasts as if she was made of sheets of latex or rubber that were sewn together. The lightness that she felt before was becoming pronounced throughout her entire body and it seemed to be affecting her thinking as she was having trouble focusing on her predicament. Lana felt, as well as saw, her pussy clench together in a rapid motion before blossoming like a flower into an ovular shape with the interior forming into a smooth latex sac that seemed to ache to be filled by someone or something. She felt her anus moving slightly upwards by several inches, forming a separation from her pussy, before forming the same O shape and interior that her pussy now had. At this point, Lana would have moaned out loud in pleasure ( if she still could and in spite of her predicament ) from the changes happening to her body. Her legs were wobbling slightly now as they slowly slid apart into a V shape on their own which exposed her bright pink pussy even more. The change engulfed Lana’s breasts and caused them to push outwards as they grew even larger than their already mammoth proportions. Her breasts now seemed to be F cup in size now and Lana felt like she was going to tip over though that was rendered moot as her boobs took on the same look and substance that the rest of her body was now. Twin mounds of latex were now where her tits were and Lana could see what looked like pink areolas visible under her rigid hands. As the process reached it’s inexorable conclusion, Lana finally mentally concluded what was apparent right from the beginning of this insidious change. “I’M BECOMING A LOVE DOLL… A SEX TOY… A DAMNED BLOW-UP DOLL…. WHO DID THIS TO ME AND WHY ?… THIS ISN’T FAIR….. FAIR…. I HOPE SOMEONE USES ME FAIRLY SOON… NOO… CAN’T THINK THAT.. THAT.. THAT GUY ACROSS FROM ME… IS HE MY OWNER ?… I HOPE SO… NO!….” Lana mentally shouted even as the simplistic thinking of a fuck toy threatened to overwhelm her consciousness. ...

Jill looked around her home and frowned in consternation. She had asked her husband to buy a new furniture set so that when she did her daily exercise, she wasn’t tripping over some tacky furniture while doing her routine. " Hmm..I’ll have to leave him a note to remind him when he gets back from his meetings.." she thought to herself as she wandered over to her kitchen counter. Jill poured herself a tall glass of orange juice and opened up a cupboard to get out her bottle of diet pills. She was momentarily irritated when she couldn’t find her bottle but after looking behind the water glasses, she spotted it near the back of the cupboard. She took it out and shook a few pills into her open right hand before putting the bottle back. Tossing the pills in her mouth, she swallowed them with a swig of juice as she wandered over to where her home entertainment unit was. ...

(story continues from Tales From The Psych Ward 2: I’m Baaaaack!) Part 3: The Mind of a Witness I guess if you are going to have a catatonic episode, there is no better place to have it than in your psychiatrist’s office. Especially if he doesn’t really believe what happens. Dr. Henderson had just said that he thought that we had been making a lot of good progress over the past several weeks when suddenly I was gone. He thought I was catatonic, but actually I was in an alley downtown. This sort of thing happened all the time with Kelly, but this time I wasn’t Kelly. I was someone else. I think her name was Rachel. I was Rachel and I was being raped and murdered. ...

(Previous Green Valley Tale: Tammy gets a Scare) Tales of Green Valley 7: Un vieil ami surprend Tammy [An old friend surprises Tammy] After Tammy’s almost last experience, that had almost put a crushing end to her life, not to mention upsetting the boyfriend she lived with, she was being good. She might fantasize about being garbage, but she wasn’t going to trick Jack into unknowingly throwing her away again. In fact, at his insistence, she was going to spend an entire week away from Green Valley. She had boarded the 11 am train and after a quick light lunch at a small bistro nearby, checked into her hotel. Part of a famous chain, the Hillstone was right across the street from a new mall. The mall was the big city’s latest attempt to attract people to the business district on weekends and evenings. ...

(story continues from The Bondage Adventures of Lara Cross 3)_ Part 4 Though Sasha Nash’s experience with bondage was extensive, both as a model and lover, and video producer/slaver, it was child’s play compared to the predicament in which she now found herself. Regardless of the fact that none of the snakes had made a move towards her as she slowly ascended into the vat, speculation as to what would happen when or if her abductors decided to lower her frantically writhing body all the way to the floor continued to fuel and extend the surprising depth and intensity of Sasha’s multiple. ...

After weeks of trepidation, even fear, the moment, when it happened was so quick that by the time Anne realised what was happening it was over. The assailant came noiselessly from behind. She was aware of a slightly sweet smell from the rag over her nose and then sank into oblivion. When she came to all her senses bombarded her with complaints or new sensations. She could not see and there was something in her mouth preventing her from crying out but allowing her to breathe. He arms were forced behind her back, her legs folded back on themselves and apart. She could not move any of them. She could not even move her head. She realised that she must be naked. Without sight she was disorientated but she was sure that she was on her front, but apart from some bands of pressure she could feel air currents all around. She must be suspended somehow but how high? It could be a few inches or several feet; there was no way for her to be sure. She let out a plaintive mew that sounded pathetic, even to her. ...

(story continues from The Herb Plot 9)_ The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 10 by Zack The Herb Plot by Zack Chapter 10 It was morning, and Mawlop strolled along the battlement that overlooked Sigurla’s only beach. He reflected on how pleasant it was when he was the ruling high priest and Angko wasn’t on the island. As he often did, he mentally reviewed schemes that would make Angko’s absence permanent. ...

(story continues from The Herb Plot 10)_ The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 11 by Zack The Herb Plot by Zack Chapter 11 The next morning the duty guard woke up Evol an hour before dawn. He grumbled and cursed, then fumbled into his clothes and staggered out of his tiny cubicle. This cubicle was another source of resentment. Mawlop had exiled him from his bed last night after Evol had complained bitterly about his ill-treatment. Evol made his way downstairs to the ground floor of the distillery and got a flask of the potion from the herbalist on duty. He had to sign for it; Mawlop didn’t want any of the potion to get into the wrong hands. ...

(story continues from The Herb Plot 6)_ The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 9 by Zack The Herb Plot by Zack Chapter 9 The sun was just setting as Tola came down the stairs from the second floor of Smade’s Tavern and walked over to the bar. She had been spending a lot of time there since Jani disappeared. “Hello, Tradlo. Can I have an ale, please?” Tradlo filled a mug and gave it to Tola. “Here you are. How you doing? You don’t look too good.” ...

Story also appeared in Halloween Special 2012 Susie had been anticipating Halloween; she loved partying. She knew that with Halloween there was the opportunity to be incognito and without anyone knowing who she was her inhibitions nearly vanished. It was like being drunk while sober. She could (and would) do something that she could only brave while snookered to the gills, but while still being sober and enjoying the excitement of it (or fearing it). Then there was avoiding the risk of being in a public place roaring drunk and waking up next morning with no memory of the night before, in a strange bed, floor, or wherever and not knowing whoever! No, that would not do! But still she wanted to flirt and show off for the thrill of it. The thought excited her. But how to have her virtue and dare she think of it, the slutiness too? Should she dare to be such a wonton woman? Yes she would do it! ...

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 NC, Abduction, Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Sex doll, Mild gore Part 1: Alice’s Story Chapter 1 I hated this shit hole. The hours were terrible, it stank of smoke and working the bar didn’t have the allure that it used to. Not to mention getting hit on by severely drunken guys had lost it’s appeal. I wasn’t the best looking girl and knew that their compliments and rude advances had nothing to do with my looks, though, everything to do with the alcohol that seemed to consume them. At least some days were better than others. ...

(story continues from The Process 1: Alice’s Story) 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 NC, MC, Abduction, Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Sex doll, Packaged The Process: Alice’s Story 2: The New Owners Chapter 5 I began to think back to my life as I laid helplessly staring at the lighted ceiling of the round room. Though I hated my job and where I lived, this was not something that I wanted. They were forcibly turning me into something that I didn’t want. Some kind of sex toy for a couple in a different country. It was like a form of rape. ...

(story continues from Trisha – Finding My Way Chapter 4: The Party) Disclaimer: Thanks to Feline and JD, without whose help the story would not have come out as smoothly as you see it. All websites referenced in the story are imaginary URLs based on real websites. Chapter 5: Suburban Health Care True to his word, Dave got me quite a few gigs from that party. I had no idea that people would pay money to see a video of a woman with a broken leg, but they will! I’ll take their money! I did a long gig being videotaped crutching around the mall for Chicks-On-Sticks.com, and did a few shots showing off my immobilized broken leg for other fetish sites as well! With my leg being held immobile for two months limiting my ability to get most work, earning money for being videotaped while shopping is a good career when you can get it. ...