Mum on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Tape, Zipties and Hopelessness

Sun, 05 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Finally, it was Saturday. I haven’t done a self-bondage session in months! But today was the day, I wouldn’t be called to work overtime and I didn’t have to attend some hangout or other.

An entire day, all to myself!

For some context, I rent a small apartment, which unfortunately sucks up a majority of my paycheck. I do not have the dough to indulge in much bondage equipment, but I did save up enough (money and courage) to buy a bog-standard red ball-gag, a thin collar and a venus butterfly a while back.

Farmhand

Sat, 14 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000

1 - Liz

At school, Liz was always a bit of an outcast for her different way of thinking. And while her classmates would pursue interests and jobs suitable for city life, Liz always felt more at peace on her own. She never really felt at home in the city she grew up in. Too busy and complex for her liking.

Her mother wanted to name her Elizabeth. Unfortunately, Liz’s father was too drunk to pronounce it correctly when she was born. When asked for the baby’s name, he gave her name as ‘Ehhh Liz?’ trying to remember Elizabeth. And so ‘Liz’ was put on the birth certificate. Her mother didn’t find out until much later about the screw-up. Officially Liz doesn’t know. However, one of her earliest memories is her parents fighting over her dad always being drunk and never doing anything right, all while he blamed her mom for getting pregnant in the first place.

DaddysDolly

Sun, 01 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Frank looked up and down the length of the corridor, breathing through his COVID mask. The fluorescent ceiling panels flickered but everything was quiet as he slid the key into the top door lock. He held his breath as he tried to turn it, but then the resistance stopped and the bolt slid back into the door. One more breath, and the bottom lock yielded as well.

The door knob turned smoothly, and the door opened to let Frank inside. He closed the door just as the sound of the elevator came from the end of the corridor. He glanced at his watch: Seven-fifteen. The conference dinner and speeches would be going for two hours minimum, and there was a half hour drive to get here if every traffic light was green. Time to get started.

Rilliana and Trisha

Mon, 26 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000

3: The Red Witch

Trisha skimmed through the letter she had received once more and shook her head, just as she had done ten times before.

“Are you finally going to tell me why we have to drive to your sister’s house because of a letter from her?” asked Rilliana as she looked out of the carriage window and admired the natural scenery. Trisha sighed.

“As luck would have it, she has her birthday on the same day as you, and I suspect she was quite disappointed that I chose to celebrate yours instead of being with her. We’re now doing damage control and going to see her, but I’ll have to pay for it one way or another. She’s very vindictive,” Trisha replied.

Love of Rubber

Sat, 29 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Love of Life Part 5

Sherry and I slept in, trying to recover from our ordeal. When we finally woke, we realized that even though we were back at the house, we were not safe. Someone had tried to do us in, and they now knew we were alive and could do us harm. We had a choice to make. We could leave all this behind and head back to the States, or we could stay and take our chances. If we stay, we would have to prepare ourselves for another possible attempt on our lives. We chose the latter. After a much-needed breakfast, we sat down and started thinking about our strategy for defense. Sherry’s mind went into overdrive. The dominatrix in her quickly came into full display. I loved to see her in action. She hatched an evil plan in case anyone chose to make a move on us. We would need some supplies. Sherry made a list, and we went shopping.

How I Became Just Another Meatgirl

Sat, 22 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Part Five

The past few weeks had been very busy, so my chances of spending time with Ollie were slim. We seemed to pass each other in the short time between finishing work and going to bed, to be up and ready for the next day’s busy schedule. Even my meatgirl fantasies took a back seat; I was missing being tied up and stored away, my naked body on display, just another product waiting to be sold. I think even Ollie was missing having me bound and available for him to use, so too, I guess, was Matt down in the store, as I had to turn down his offer to be tightly trussed up by his firm hands, though it was tempting to give myself to him.

Because She Loves Me

Sun, 26 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Prolog

If you don’t really care about knowing the back-story to why this all occurred, just skip to Chapter 1 where the action starts, however, if you want to understand the contextual circumstances of why my wife did this to me you might want to read on.

This is a voluntary writing. You may have read one or all four of my previous journals that report on my sessions in contracted bondage servitude. They were written and published as a requirement of my masters and describe in detail the real events of strict bondage and intense sexual abuse bordering on torture I endured at their hands. What follows is also a chronicle of true events but comparatively it is of a more docile bondage play experience at the hands of my wife, given to me as a birthday present. While not severe like my other experiences, the 24 hours under my wife’s control was none-the-less exhilarating, taxing and sexually gratifying. I decided to write about it to give a contrast to my previous mandated writings. I took no notes, I don’t have her written plans and there are no extensive video tapings to review as I write this as I did with the others, just my memory and the few photos and short phone video clips my wife took to tease me. She is unaware of this writing and posting.

Object of Art

Tue, 14 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000

“Come in! Come in. I’m so glad you were able to make it. Thank you for helping me out on such short notice.”

He found himself in her studio, just off campus. Statues filled the space - all reflections of the human form, but suggestions. All of them were perhaps best described as “mummiforms” - the suggestion of human shapes beneath draped volumes, suggesting softly lain sheets and incalculably tight wrappings simultaneously. It was equal parts artistic and disturbing.

A Night of Many Showers

Thu, 02 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

There’s something I’ve always wanted to try: mummification. The whole nine yards, head to toe, sensory deprivation, and being ignored like a good little object. That day was to be the day.

It all started at the crossroads of opportunity and desire, I had a rare weekend off with no plans and I was feeling really… submissive. Long story short, and although I can recommend the experience, I cannot recommend you do this at home or elsewhere: I put out a request on a fetish community website. That’s how I got to know him. The kinda weirdo to respond to an ad about wrapping a dude up.

Jennifer Discovers Herself

Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Jennifer finds herself lost in life. Unable to get over her ex-boyfriend Colin, she makes poor decisions and puts herself in bad situations. Until she meets her match on Tinder.

A silly side-story expanding on Jennifer, mentioned in The Happiness of Ella Bloom.

1 - Lost in a spa resort

I have been hiking all morning. Actually, I’ve only been going for an hour or two. But I’m already tired. My backpack is heavy, my feet hurt and I feel filthy.

Something New, Really?

Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000

“You’re joking right?” Mariana’s long face seemed to stretch incredulously at her wife’s newest hairbrained and kinky idea. “I mean where do you even come up with this shit?” Mariana dryly mused, half exasperated and half joking.

Her petite wife didn’t hesitate, “The internet of course!” Her smile was Cheshire wide, her eyes beaming with excitement.

Anne was certainly the more adventurous and kinkier of the two, but Marianna couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief at this one. One would think she would be used to such absurd requests after ten years of marriage to the pint-sized queen of kink. She stood in the entry hall to their house looking down at the excited look on her wife’s face. Mariana knew she would groan and bitch about having to indulge Anne, especially after the sixteen hour shift she just pulled at the hospital, but she also knew despite her protests she would still do it. Her eyes flitted over Anne’s pale and currently nude body. Ten years had done nothing to abate the couple’s libido, and Anne’s insatiable and creative side had a lot to do with it. Marianna’s dark eyes finally pulled away from her love of twelve years, and looked at the “supplies” she had picked up for her request. Bags full of cling film and silver duct tape, and goddamn there was a lot of it. “Did you buy out the whole damn hardware store love?”

Egyptian Arts and Crafts

Sun, 22 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Egyptian Arts & Crafts

The seed is planted.

“Oh I love this Egyptian bookcase sarcophagus!” Maggie sent a text and a link to her friend Phil.

Phil knew of Maggie’s love of all things Egyptian, her apartment had quite a few Egyptian statuettes, posters and other items scattered around. He looked at the link in question, it led back to some sort of high end design and decorations website.

“$1,200?!” he texted back. “It doesn’t even come with a mummy for that much?!”

Leon City Stories

Sun, 22 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000

31: The Latex League Needs No Badges

Rilliana

Rilliana gritted her teeth as she listened to the lies being fed to the court and the jury. She looked at Summer and Ava sitting next to her. Ava had her hands clenched into fists and was staring at Sarah with dark, glittering eyes, while Summer’s shoulders shook. Phoebe could only shake her head and Rilliana couldn’t blame her.

“So as you can see, everything was arranged with Mrs. von Nachtschwing, Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Wynters and my game show did not violate any laws or the contracts negotiated with the three women,” Sarah said, a cheeky smile appearing on her face.

Leon City Stories

Fri, 30 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000

30: The Sarah Games

Jenkins estate, outside Leon City

Sarah opened the sarcophagus and it hissed softly as oxygen flowed into it from under the lid. Immediately she could hear her two guests take a deep breath and start coughing.

“Welcome home,” Sarah whispered in amusement and threw the lid aside, which fell to the floor with a loud bang. Ava and Summer, who were still squashed in the sarcophagus, winced in shock. Ava in particular groaned loudly as the bruises from the abduction began to hurt.

Reality Television Star Continued

Sat, 03 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 8: In the Air Tonight

Decades ago, Elise celebrated the first months in her new home…the second of her house of horrors bought and paid for with her salary as the beloved but aging polestar of the soap opera scene and her investment genius. After decades of living her secret double life on an LA property, it looked to everyone who “knew” her that she was downsizing to a property that would be easier for her in her advancing age. However, she and the contractors who built the home would know of the vast basement that added so much unseen space to the house. Not that it was “tiny” by any stretch of the imagination. The property spanned several acres, and in addition to the basement, it contained one crucial component that Elise wanted. She had an impressive koi pond on her last property and insisted on an even bigger and more impressive one for her new home. Nobody who helped design or build that pond would know of Elise’s sinister intentions or about those residents who would soon join the fish swimming within its barriers. At this point, that koi pond was empty of such intruders.

Leon City Stories

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

29: Summer’s Kinky Birthday

Ava stroked her living clothes with a soft smile and he changed into one of her sets of satin pyjamas, making her giggle.

“Greed, give me a break…tomorrow is Summer’s birthday and I can’t play with you all the time, I can take care of her. Can you stand a day without me?”

At first, her pyjamas didn’t budge until they disintegrated and reshaped into a silver collar that clasped around Ava’s neck. She carefully took it off and placed Greed on her bedside table.

Love of Rubber

Sun, 16 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000

New Life Part 5

I recovered from my spectacle and was eventually wheeled out of the party and out into the streets where to my surprise I was abandoned. Without a word I was left somewhere on a street in Berlin, in the dark, in a heavy rubber suit, wearing a silicon doggy drone hood. My only satisfaction was that the night was cool. I must have been there for what felt like hours when suddenly I was being wheeled off. I tried to grunt something through my gag but there was no response. Who has me? I was wheeled for blocks without any sense as to who or what is behind all this much less what will happen to me next. Eventually I was wheeled into a building and taken somewhere on an elevator then eventually to some room where I was left helplessly sitting in a wheelchair for hours. The only sound I heard the entire time was the sound of a door closing behind me.

A Conventional Affair

Sat, 15 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Epilogue

It was an absolutely beautiful night. The skies were clear and the stars twinkled overhead like a vast and glittering blanket, so bright that even the city’s light pollution could not hide the awe inspiring scope of the firmament. Moreover the heat of the day had finally faded into a gentle and comfortable warmth while a light breeze stirred the balmy air and eased the heavy humidity that had settled during the day. And yet the slender figure slowly making her way down the mostly abandoned streets, flitting from shadow to shadow like a ghost as she passed through the pools of light cast by overhead streetlamps, was hardly paying attention to the view.

Jabba's Palace Party

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

Halloween Props

Phil’s friend Beverly texted him a week or so before Halloween “You’ll never believe it!”

“Believe what?” he asked back reasonably.

“A friend of a friend has a contract to decorate for a massive Halloween party for a giant tech company! And I am being asked to help make some of the props!” Phil could sense his friend was excited.

“Isn’t this a little short notice?” Phil wondered.

Lara Croft: Final Tomb Raid

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

“If you would please sign here, Lady Croft.” The delivery driver said, handing her a clipboard. Lara Croft signed for the package, a white cardboard box roughly the size of a DVD player. He handed it to her as she returned the clipboard, and then with a polite smile and a nod, he returned to his truck and drove away.

Lara walked back into the manor house and went immediately to her study. She set the box on her desk and examined the shipping label. Strangely, there was no return address. Could it be a bomb? That seemed unlikely. If the package contained explosives, the new security sensors she had installed at the manor would’ve detected them and raised an alarm. Still, might there be some reason to be concerned about what might be inside?

Eight Days in a Binding Contract

Tue, 02 Jul 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Introductions and background

Greetings. My name is Robert, friends and acquaintances call me Bob, close friends and relatives, including Mike, call me Bobbie. Sir Michael calls me Bitch when he is providing commands or instructions, he sometimes calls me Cunt or Pussy when he is administering discipline or is otherwise displeased with me. Mike, that is, Sir Michael served as my Dominant for a long week last May. He had me keep a daily journal of my trials detailing my training, lessons, and bondage so later I could fondly remember the pleasures and pains of my servitude. Subsequently, at his suggestion, I transcribed the journal into a narrative. From his training I have learned, often via a paddle, that suggestions from a Master are very similar to commands. Plus, knowing that he has retained photographs of some of my lessons, suitable for exploitation on social media, serves as an additional encouragement to comply. My original attempt to write about the events that transpired were accurate and detailed but was somewhat dry to read. Sir Michael wants me to share my experience with others as they may relish reading about my servitude, training and suffering. So also at his suggestion, I have rewritten that narrative into a chronicle in a story style so that it is a better read and captures the timeline and activity details as well as the exhilaration and dialog missing from the original document.

Leon City Stories

Sun, 26 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000

19: Servant of the Void

“What did you think of the movie?” Luke asked after he and his girlfriend Kim had left the cinema. The night was chilly and they were both wearing thick coats to protect them from the wind that whipped between the skyscrapers of Leon City.

“It was okay,” Kim said curtly, not even giving him a glance. But Luke didn’t let that put him off. Kim had been through a lot in the past few months. He just hoped that she would soon get back to her old, cheerful and curious self.

Leon City Stories

Sat, 27 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000

16: The Hottest Tea-Party

Chloe stood in the shadows with her eyes downcast, waiting for one of the guests to ask for a drink. She was wearing her uniform, a blue bunny girl costume, as prescribed by her employer. She thought the outfit was super cute by now, but she still hated it. It did little to hide her body and she could feel the eyes of the six men at the poker table piercing her regularly. Her boss was one of them and smiled every time he looked over at her. Chloe hadn’t really wanted to take the job in the first place, but since she had to pay the rent and was determined to make everything possible for her little sister, she had little choice. Chloe had even been lucky that her boss hadn’t simply thrown her out after she had been forced to overstay her vacation. Admittedly, her stay at the Bondage Hotel had been more pleasant than that of her friends, but it had still been a back-breaking job swimming through the aquarium every day until Kim released her in the evening. To make up for the missed hours, her boss offered Chloe to work an extra shift. At his house. With all his shady friends.

Leon City Side Stories

Sat, 02 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 Protector of the Woods

Her cell phone rang early in the morning. Denise groaned in annoyance and groped sleepily for the troublemaker and answered the call.

“…Yes?”

“Boss, we just arrived at the forest and…” Her employee fell silent, afraid to continue speaking.

“What is it this time?” she asked, already expecting some shit about why her guys couldn’t cut down the forest for yet another time.

“The vehicles are all covered in trees,” she said.

Mel on Vacation

Sun, 26 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000

When Andrew Stafford kissed his beloved wife goodbye, he was excited. Not to be away from his adoring, empathic, and intensely affectionate wife - they had excellent boundaries - but because the job itself was exciting. Enticing. A photoshoot in French Guiana; expenses reimbursed. Two weeks away from Avonville, two weeks in the wild seeing the trees and birds and predators.

The beloved husband also knew that Mel wanted a little time. Not time to herself, no - time with the girls. Her and Katya had been planning something, since Katya’s beloved boy-toy was away. Poor Katya was getting a bit depressed, and Melanie was going to have a lovely girl’s week planned. And, after the two weeks, she told hubby , in no uncertain terms, just how absolutely, horribly, intensely erotic things were going to be when he got back.

Halloween Display

Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Halloween had turned into our favorite time of year, each year our costumes became more complex with ever more stringent bondage themes, well— more stringent for me. I loved when he got an idea even though I knew it would entail me being bound and gagged while he led me around to the clubs and around our neighborhood. Last year I had finally asked about being a mummy, one of my all-time favorite restraints is being wrapped exceptionally tight and left to struggle for air and freedom while teased or tormented into hopefully several orgasms.

High School Haunted House: Twenty Years Later

Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Mike and Ashley drove by their old high school. On the sign outside, it read, ANNUAL HAUNTED HOUSE FOR CHARITY, HALLOWEEN NIGHT.

“Ah, memories.” Mike said with a smile.

“Yeah,” Ashley replied “Hard to believe it was twenty years ago.”

“I’m still amazed you got your friend Beth to take part in Marcus’s haunted Egyptian tomb project back then. It turned out amazing, though. It really wowed everyone on Halloween Night.”

Leon City Stories

Sat, 23 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000

13: The Bondage Hotel II

Beatrice cowered in the dark with her eyes half open. She was exhausted, tired and just wanted to go home again. But she could not sleep, could not go home. This was simply not granted to her. Bars that kept her in a far too small cage and the uncomfortable metal floor made it impossible for her to rest. Beatrice pulled her legs closer to her naked body and embraced them with her arms. A lone tear rolled down from the corner of her eye and dripped silently onto the floor as Beatrice closed her eyes to make another attempt to fall asleep. Her thoughts drifted away, to a more beautiful time before that nightmarish day three weeks ago when she was still free. A smile slowly spread across her face as she relaxed.

Reality Television Star Continued

Sat, 02 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 2: Marita’s A Memory

It was early that morning when Elise’s alarm went off on her new phone. Despite her age (Elise could pass for middle aged, but was approaching the end of those years), she made sure to keep up with the technological advances of the ‘smartphone’ age, a necessity if one wanted to continue on as a quasi-celebrity and especially with her extra-curricular activities. Speaking of which, Elise picked up her phone and made sure to hit the snooze button. Though the result of that subtle, clumsy thumb-clicking was hidden below in her soundproof basement, she could almost hear it in her own brain as a sleepy smile creeped onto her face. Downstairs, she knew that the inserts in her two newest toys were receiving the linked Bluetooth signal and responding with the jolts of electricity that let them know Elise was awake. Or rather soon to be. For she’d hit the “off” button after a few more minutes of precious shut-eye where Elise would go over the events of last night over and over again in her brain.

Reality Television Star Continued

Sat, 02 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 3: Kim’s Hard Goodbye

Amanda struggled to move, her nose-hooked and well-gagged and hooded face faced forward as she was forced to look with her eyes pried open as Kim, the ex-stripper, who was Elise’s last captive was again paraded in front of her unblinking eyes.

“Well, Amanda…today is the day I get your new home ready for you. But first I must clean it up. As you can see the last occupant left a bit of a mess.”

Leon City Stories

Sat, 22 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000

8: The Magic Forest

While the center of Leon City had very little green outside of Central Park, a dense forest had grown up behind the large steel suspension bridge to the east. Many myths and legends surrounded it, as well as the odd shivering tale that discouraged residents from venturing longer walks through it. Many times in the past, attempts were made to cut down the trees and to open up the land for more houses and skyscrapers, but something always went wrong when the logging was to begin. The machines started to strike or the forest became home to rare nesting birds, so that the project had to be postponed further and further and finally came to nothing. The inhabitants of the city did not know that in the middle of their mysterious forest, a lonely stone old wooden hut stood, in which centuries ago, two of the probably most powerful beings had settled, which ever wandered on earth. Phaelyn, a female angel, and Ifry, a female demon, had deserted their homeland and their armies after countless battles to build a new life together outside their war-torn world. Their choice fell on the hut near, at that time, Leon’s Keep. Far from human eyes, they lived a peaceful and even passionate life there. The bond that united the unequal pair was formed in their last fight. When both, exhausted from days of dueling, launched a final attack, their heads collided and within a split second they saw each other’s lives flash before their eyes. Saw each other’s ups and downs, their dreams and desires. What’s more, the look was shared with each other. Phaelyn’s normally golden blonde hair was parted in black, hiding a red eye, and a small demon horn sprouted from her head. Ifry’s pitch black hair got a golden patch from which a golden curl curled and hid a sky blue eye. They knew that after this experience they could never fight each other again and fled the battlefield and their world together. Only when they were sure that they were not being pursued did they realize that they had shared not only their appearance, but also their magic, which after years of peace and sporadic use was only a shadow of its former strength. Their power was still enough to drive away curious people or to disable the machines that wanted to burn down their forest.

Santa's Helper

Wed, 12 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Santa’s Helper

Lisa knew this would work, she clearly remembered seeing Santa when she was five and even though no one would believe her she knew she had seen him. Tonight, she would prove it. The box was ready, her outfit was ready, all she had to do was get dressed, shimmy into the box and wait.

Over the years she had set up hidden cameras, sound recording devices even had thermal imaging and not once did she ever get anything other than something failing or static. So, she had come up with an idea to hopefully surprise the big guy long enough to snap a picture herself.

The Phantom Mistform

Sat, 03 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000

The Villain

She slipped into bed, pulling an eye-mask and huffing. She’d put her captives to bed, loaning out the pillows or sealing them in storage for the evening. Ideas were tough. She was still going to use MirageCorp’s iconic ‘smart’ programmable latex, but she was troubled by thoughts of red lines going down and talks of “profit”.

Nanotech was pricey. It was top-of-the-line for good reason, and as useful as it was it had drawbacks. It was pricey, it was glitchy, and more than once it had proven susceptible to cyberwarfare attacks. Very embarrassing, though not as embarrassing as being found coated and squirming as a featureless dolly. She drifted off to a sleep-mode cycle, thinking on the info she’d gained the past few days.

Erotivore

Sat, 27 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Thunder roared. Rain pattered. The Husband placed his key in the lock and rotated it. He opened the door to his home slowly, as if acting slowly would somehow prevent him from being noticed, or prevent his absence from being recognized. This was his caveman brain, his ancient reptilian brain, the part of him that operated on instinct and fight-or-flight. This was the part of him that was adapted to running from predators on the ancient savannah, and it was a part that was about to get a workout.

Leon City Stories

Sat, 27 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000

7: Caitlyn’s Solo

Caitlyn stood in the kitchen in the evening and put a bowl of water in the freezer. In it were all the keys for the locks she was about to use. By the time she got back to the bowl, the water in it had long since frozen and she would have to wait until she could free herself. She was quivering with excitement and couldn’t wait for her little brother Luke to leave the house.

Chain

Sat, 20 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 36: Sr. Year, The Mummy Abides

“OK,” Regina said as they calmed down, “NOW it’s time to finish this Mummy.”

Fred was looking around for something to clean up the remaining cum as the left-over napkins were done. Regina started to pull her panties back up and then had a thought.

“Here, let me,” she said, as she took them off her ankle and wiped the cum off the floor.

Attack of the Arachno-Bots

Thu, 18 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part 6: Charlotte

With a start, Jill regained consciousness inside her cocoon. She could see nothing but the milky white of the super plastic wrapped around her head and could feel the breathing tube in her mouth like a tongue depressor. The paralytic drug the Arachno-Bot injected her with was only then starting to wear off, there was still a bit of a pins and needles sensation in her limbs.

Chain

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

Chapter 35: Sr. Year, That’s a Wrap

After her exploration of BDSM with Clair and Fred, Regina was a bit nervous to have Psych lab with Fred again. I mean, she had helped him tie his wife to a table, watched him eat her out, licked dessert off her chest and tickled her naked body until she almost hyperventilated. How do people just go back to ‘normal’ after that kind of experience? But normal was exactly what Fred was. They just started in together on the lab assignment like they hadn’t spent an evening last week with their faces covered with chocolate and Cool Whip.

Good Neighbor Samantha

Sat, 15 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

“Sam, I have a favor to ask you.”

We were drinking coffee in Barb’s kitchen. I had been debating about whether taking another cookie was worth the additional time I would have to spend on the elliptical. Answering her would at least delay that decision.

“I want you to put me in a strait jacket,” she said calmly.

“A strait jacket? Are you insane?” I responded.

“No,” she answered, “We had to buy it online.” She often made strange statements like that. I’ve learned to ignore them.

Kidnapped for Pleasure

Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Running a large company takes a lot of time and effort, having to control the day to day running is very tiring, especially when you never get the chance to take a break and enjoy some more personal time. I was looking for a way to have some time away from controlling everything, when I spoke to a friend who is in the same boat as me; she told me about a discrete personal service provided by a company to help alleviate the stress build-up that she had used. She said that the outfit provides whatever service the client needs, in her case, to be taken away and kept as a bound captive.

Bound By My Wife

Sat, 03 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Friday Night

Chris was pleased to get home, it had been a long week at work and there was a beer with his name on it waiting in the fridge. His laptop bag dropped onto the wooden hallway floor with a gentle thud, and he walked through the house to the kitchen. Where was Becky? His wife was usually home first as her work was nearer and she hadn’t shouted her usual greeting. No sign of her in the lounge, or the dining room…well, perhaps that beer would help…

High School Haunted House

Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Beth followed Ashley through the hallway to the school gymnasium, where Marcus and some of the other seniors were working on their project for the annual Halloween Haunt House. Beth asked, “So, what are Marcus and the others working on in there anyway?”

“It was Marcus’s idea,” Ashley replied. “They’re doing a spooky Egyptian Tomb complete with mummies and stuff. Marcus said the concept was that it’s the resting place of an ancient Pharaoh and his concubines.”

The House of the Spider

Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000

“Evocative, isn’t it? Unfortunately, I only have the first few lines.”

Kristen Simms nodded. She was a grad student specializing in Arachnology, the study of spiders, and aside from the occasional digression into the study of insects, her interests didn’t extend beyond her own field. But she had a very specific reason for investigating the colonial folklore that Professor Bothal specialized in. A reason that she would rather the professor not know.

Dominant Fembot

Mon, 10 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000

For the last five years humanoid robots have been around. They are used mainly for household chores like cooking, cleaning and lawn care. Their prices are finally low enough that I was able to purchase one. I decided that I would go to a Robo USA showroom to look at what was actually available. When I arrived, I discovered that very few people, three or four per week according to the sales people, actually got to the showroom and did not buy one online. After looking around I decided on a basic model since the upgrades were more expensive and I wanted to save money for robot apps. When I explained these to the sales woman, she offered me a deal. Since I was physically there, I got a 30% discount, an upgraded outer shell and doubled the app credit I bought. I decided to go with a female shell. After making arrangements to have the robot delivered that afternoon, I went home a happy customer.

Queen Val and the Isle of Domina

Sun, 26 Jun 2022 00:00:00 +0000

September 30, 1960

Valeria sighed a sad little sigh as she watched Richard succumb to the sedative in his drink. She was going to be twenty-one in just a few hours. Why was she still doing these stupid little heists? She should be further on in her life by now. Once Richard was good and out, she strolled around the man’s apartment. The lawyer deserved to be robbed, she reminded herself. He was old enough to be the father of the girls he was picking up at that bar. Herself included. Relieving him of some minor Earthly trinkets would set him right.

The Kink Trials

Sun, 26 Jun 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Part One - The Bet

Daisy snorted. “There’s just no hope for the future of the straights. Pure vanilla. Boring in every way. People like us are progressive. Creative. We’re the future. The past couldn’t accept women loving other women like I do, so we got creative and fought back. Every woman I’ve been with has told me she never experienced a true orgasm until she was with another woman who actually understood her biology. Hetero relationships will simply die out eventually if they can’t figure out something as simple as pleasing a woman.”

Hermione's Drider Peril

Fri, 03 Jun 2022 00:00:00 +0000

A few months had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, the wizarding community had time to mourn their losses and process damage brought upon by Voldemort’s dark forces. Although the attack on the school was ultimately thwarted, the surviving witches and wizards now needed to round up and capture any remaining Death Eaters and their allies. Many of the Dark Lord’s followers had fled alongside their wretched monsters into the depths of the wilderness to shield their intentions and evade detection. The new heads of the Ministry of Magic have tasked groups of capable fighters to round up these remaining forces and bring them to stand trial for their crimes.

A Little Rope

Sun, 27 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Jamie stood smiling in front of her long set of mirrors admiring her body’s shape under the pressure of the three layers of spandex she is wearing. Each morning before work she dressed herself in layers of tight clothes, before slipping into the tight skirt and top she had picked for the day. Today she was wearing a dancer’s body suit designed to be extremely tight and made skin color so she simply wore dark stockings over the legs of the suit covering the shiny material while adding another layer of compression allowing her to wear a very snug pencil skirt.

Den Mothers Merit Badges

Thu, 20 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Every summer, mothers of local Gopher Scouts volunteer to serve as senior advisors at an all boys camp. For the last three years, these three housewives have stayed together in a separate cabin that has become known in the camp as “MILF Mansion” of “Playtime Pussy Palace”. It is common knowledge these fine ladies only come to the camp to get away from their husbands or party for a week. They have become the featured entertainment in the evenings with the senior male counselors. Wild nights and wild sex have become an annual event for the three suburban soccer moms.

The Cheerleader's Boy Toy

Tue, 21 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000

August tried not to panic. He really did. The thought of being found like this made that nearly impossible. The sun would be rising soon. The residents of this little apartment building would soon be coming out to start their days. When they did, they would see him wrapped to this support beam. They would also see that he was totally naked.

The door across from him began to open. He whimpered through his gag, terrified what her reactions might be. She stepped out rubbing her eyes.

Attack of the Arachno-Bots

Thu, 09 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 5: Jill’s Gambit

They were back at the warehouse. Jill, Fred, and several members of Fred’s team were gathered around as Robert was seated at a computer workstation plugged into the Arachno-bot CPU. His jaw hung low as he read dense, seemingly endless lines of code. He rubbed his eyes then turned to the others.

“This is next level stuff,” Robert said. “It looks like the person behind all this wrote, not just programs, but their own custom programming language exclusively for these machines. I recognize a few things that might be conditionals, loops, and variables, but most of the rest of it is new to me. It’s a lot of code too, it could take me weeks or even months to get to the end of this.”

Parasitic Love

Mon, 22 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 4 - So You Didn’t Think You Would Be A Hero

“Mmm…”

“Alli? Good morning, Alli.”

“Heeey, Sky. Good morning. Hey! Where is my sexy teeth-cleaning today?”

“Oh, hum… I… forgot.”

“…You forgot?”

I reached behind my neck to pet my squishy parasite girlfriend. That was too bad. I loved waking up hooded and gagged with no way of taking it off. At least she had wrapped herself around my entire body, encasing me in a sexy living catsuit. It was always so warm and pleasant.

Attack of the Arachno-Bots

Thu, 11 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 4: New Leads

The three of them stood on the beach next to the inactive Arachno-Bot, one of the new models with the turrets. Fred signaled a flatbed truck to back up close to the lifeless mechanical monster. He and the driver then worked quickly to lower the bed and hook it up to the wench. Jill and a member of Fred’s team, Robert, watched as the robot was loaded onto the large vehicle. He wore faded jeans, work boots, and a black Ghost In The Shell T-shirt. The sandy blond thirty-something stroked the bushy goatee on his chin and lamented, “You know, it’s a real shame.”

Shared

Thu, 11 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000

4: And Granny Makes Five

I knocked on the front door of my lover’s house without any specific thoughts in my head beyond the usual carnal desires, and was not surprised when one of her daughters answered the door to me.

It was the daughter who looked most like her mother, my lover. Where my lover’s wild mass of hair had aged to a glorious iron grey, the daughter’s still retained the bewitching darkness that had been her mother’s in years gone by. Both shared the family trait of commanding pale grey eyes that bored through to my soul and made me both weak at the knees and hard at the groin.

Parasitic Love

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

Chapter 3 - How Parasites Make Love

“That was mean, Sky! You said just a little bit.”

“Hahaha! I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

After Skylar fed directly from my stomach and my incredible orgasms, she retracted to the back of my neck, and only then I realized what she had done.

My sneaky parasite had emptied the full content of my stomach, and now I had to eat again.

The Gingerbread House

Sat, 09 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Turnabout is Fair Play

The music was practically a living thing, the base thumping in time with her heart in a steady rhythm that seemed to settle into her very bones. In combination with the dim lighting and garish flashes of neon the atmosphere was somehow both familiar and surreal all at once as the gathered crowd swayed and thrashed to the beat. The heat and implacable press of bodies created a wild, almost primal pressure that seemed to rush in from every direction and overwhelm the senses, a raw sensuality that tingled along the skin like a set of ghostly hands. And yet, as she moved in the center of this inescapable mass Zoe was only barely aware of it. Eyes closed, all of her attention was instead focused on the woman in her arms. Alexis swayed to the music with a sinuous grace that was intoxicating in its own right, the woman shaking her hips back and forth in a slow and steady rhythm as she ground her ass against Zoe’s own hips, a silent promise of things to come. Biting the corner of her lip as she reveled in the sensation, a familiar ache pulsing in her loins, Zoe allowed her hands to roam over the tattooed skin of the other woman’s bare stomach, exploring the exposed flesh between Alexis’ sinfully short skirt and crop top, the heat of the other woman’s body betraying her excitement. From months spent etching each and every one of those tattoos she knew Alexis’ curves by heart and all the places to touch that beautifully bronzed flesh to make the woman moan or twitch or even scream. And, as she explored the other woman’s sensitive spots, feeling more than hearing the redhead purr in response, Zoe almost could not believe how lucky she was to have such a beautiful creature in her arms. Of course, that was not all. Even as she felt Alexis writhe against her from the front Morgan’s tall, lanky form pressed firmly against her back, the coffee-colored woman’s hands resting on her hips as she guided their bodies to sway in time with the music.

Attack of the Arachno-Bots

Thu, 30 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3: The Next Wave

They were sunbathing on the beach, each laying on a striped beach towel. Kathy, a 38-year-old with dirty blonde hair, lay on her stomach with her bikini top partial off. Monica, her 19-year-old daughter, looked much like she had at that age. She sat up and applied more sunscreen to her arms and belly before laying back down putting on her pink sunglasses. All around them, people played in the sand and waves. it could have easily been just another peaceful summer’s day if not for one thing. Actually several things.

Attack of the Arachno-Bots

Sun, 19 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2: Investigation

They were all gathered around a table in a modest sized meeting room. Some wore suits and ties, some wore military uniforms, and some were dressed in white lab coats. A large plasma screen on one wall of the room displayed an image of one of the now infamous Arachno-Bots, sprawled like a broken puppet on a warehouse floor with technicians and scientists scrupulously examining it. The unit’s “head” had a large caliber bullet hole through the front of it. A man in an Army general’s dress uniform sat at the head of the table and addressed the others.

Attack of the Arachno-Bots

Wed, 01 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: Angela Angela sat on the couch in her living room, dressed only in her nightgown and slippers, TV remote in hand. She twirled her curly, light brown hair with her finger as she watched the latest episode of The Voice. Right in the middle of one contestant’s tone-deaf rendition of Queen’s We are the Champions, the broadcast cut to the local news station. On screen, the anchorman adjusted his tie nervously and said. “We interrupt your regularly scheduled program with an urgent announcement…” “The hell?!” Angela said, putting the remote on the arm of the couch and sitting up. “We’ve received word tonight of a series of strange and disturbing abductions,” the anchorman continued, “all around the city, some kind of spider-like machines are attacking women, wrapping them in plastic cocoons, and absconding with them.” “You’ve got to be shitting me,” Angela snorted, “is this someone’s idea of a bad joke?” “No one knows yet who’s behind these abductions or where these ‘Arachno-Bots’, as they’re being called, came from.” The anchorman wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with a tissue. “Authorities are advising women to stay in their homes and lock their doors. It may be necessary to declare martial law and mobilize National Guard units against these mysterious machines.” Angela heard a noise outside her house and turned off the television. Brushing aside the curtains and glancing out her window, her eyes widened with shock. It hadn’t been a joke after all; there was an army of them on her front lawn and all over the neighborhood! Each of them was as big as a subcompact car, painted a matte black, walked on eight hydraulically-powered legs, and had a head with eight red eye lights and an array of sensors. Several of these Arachno-Bots were already carrying off cocooned women on their backs, wrapped head-to-toe in a white plastic that resembled the pallet wrap used in warehouses. Each cocoon had a breathing tube where the captive’s mouth would logically be. One of the ones not so encumbered turned and started moving towards her front door! “Oh shit!” Angela turned and instinctively ran for her kitchen. She rifled through her cutlery drawer for something to use as a weapon, but none of the knives in the drawer looked like it would do any good against the kind of armor those mechanical monstrosities had. She found herself wishing she hadn’t recently broken up with her boyfriend, Mark. Sure, her friends considered him a kook, but he and that arsenal of guns he so treasured might have come in handy right about now. There was a loud pounding on the front door accompanied by the sound of the metal hinges and other door hardware starting to give way. One of those things was trying to get into the house! She ran out to the garage, looking around desperately for something she could use to fend it off. The best she could find was a rusty sledgehammer among some old tools Mark had left behind when he moved out last week. She glanced up at the hatch in the garage ceiling, and the attic ladder. She thought, If that damned thing wants to get me so bad, make it work for it. Even carrying the sledgehammer in one hand, she practically flew up the ladder and into the attic at the sound of cracking wood and the loud crash as the front door fell to the living room floor. It was in the house now! She quickly closed the attic hatch and hit the light switch. She needed something heavy to move over it as a barricade. Judging by all the noises she could hear below, the Arachno-Bot was already tearing the house apart looking for her. She scanned all the cobweb- and dust-covered junk that was up there with her; the old China cabinet, her grandmother’s old Singer sewing machine, and a vast assortment of cardboard boxes and old luggage. She could only guess at how strong those machines were, but hopefully the combined weight of two or more of those items would slow the mechanized monster that invaded her home long enough for her to come up with an escape plan of some kind. Setting the sledgehammer down over by the boxes, she got behind the China cabinet and pushed it to the hatch with all the strength she could muster. She moved the sewing machine over with it and then piled as many of the old trunks and suitcases as she could on top of them. Other than the garage hatch she had just sealed off, the only other ways in or out of the attic were the roof access hatch over by the chimney and a window that overlooked the backyard. The window was too small for her to squeeze through, so the roof hatch was it, if it came to that. Sitting down on a box by where she put down her only weapon, she listened carefully for any more sounds out of the mechanical intruder downstairs. It was eerily quiet down there. She didn’t enjoy thinking about what damage it was doing to her home, or what it would do to her insurance premiums when it was all over. She’d left her iPhone downstairs in the bedroom, so there was no way to call for help, or even keep herself occupied with a game of Candy Crush. Then the pounding started again and the objects she barricaded the hatch with shook. She jumped to her feet and grabbed the sledgehammer. Damnit, she thought. It knows where I am now! Soon the Arachno-Bot was doing more than just pounding on the hatch, the floor all around it was getting ready to buckle. There was no choice, it was time to get out of there. She ran to the second ladder, climbing up to the roof hatch. She was on the roof next to the chimney. Most of the other Arachno-Bots had, thankfully, taken their prisoners and left the area. Aside from that really persistent intruder who had been bashing it’s way through her home to get at her, there were just two more one street over to the north. One was in someone’s backyard, smashing in a set of sliding glass doors into that house as a tiny Chihuahua in a pink collar barked and growled at it. The other was across the street, attempting to break into a two story McMansion via the stained glass and dark oak front doors. How the hell am I going to get down from here? Angela wondered. Jumping down from the roof of a house, even one only a single story tall, was a great way to get badly injured; it didn’t matter if you tried to land in something soft. But what was the alternative? Other than letting that thing have her? She didn’t have much longer to weigh her options as a massive, hydraulically-powered limb burst through the shingles and, not long after, her pursuer climbed out of the large hole and onto the roof! It glared at her with its eight red eyes and advanced menacingly towards her. It was a small wonder the house didn’t completely collapse from all the damage the bizarre contraption had done. Angela took as strong a stance as she could on the roof’s slope and readied the sledgehammer, resolved to take her best swing at the metal monster’s head as soon as it was in range. But to her dismay, the Arachno-Bot deftly caught the hammer with its front legs and yanked it out of her hands. There she was, disarmed and cornered by the giant spider-like robot with no escape that didn’t entail the risk of broken bones or worse. She was backed up against the bricks of the chimney as it came closer and seized her. As it grappled with her, a hypodermic needle extended out of the head and plunged itself into her thigh. Her body went numb and her limbs no longer obeyed her brain’s commands to move. The Arachno-Bot raised up on four of its legs as the others moved Angela into position beneath its chassis. She was helpless but to watch wide-eyed as a hatch opened and an arm bearing a thick roll of the white plastic extended out. She could see the machine had seven additional rolls onboard as reserves. As the Arachno-Bot’s limbs spun her dizzyingly, the plastic wrapped around her in a single layer from her feet to her shoulders. There was a brief pause as a second, smaller arm placed a breathing tube in her mouth and secured it with medical tape. As the spinning and wrapping resumed, Angela passed out long before the machine finished wrapping her in a grand total of ten head-to-toe layers of plastic. When it was finished with her, it placed her on its back and automatic restraints strapped her down tight. The Arachno-Bot climbed down from the house with its captive and joined the other two as they were leaving with their own captures.

Damsels in Peril

Wed, 25 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000

An unmarked package arrived addressed to me that contained a mysterious 8mm film. I quickly went into the basement where we had a projector and played the film. I was shocked by what I saw but I also knew I got a big lead into the abduction case of Princess Cassandra.

There was no sound as the film showed Princess Cassandra outside of Lady Victoria’s mansion with Lady Victoria close to her side. Everything in the film looks normal until a strong wind blows the Princess cape open, showing her hands and arms are tied behind her back. It was hard to see but the film also shows Lady Victoria holding Princess Cassandra’s leash. Yes the older yet elegant princess is being led around by a leash. I can see the princess’s eyes showing fear and distress.

The Old Wood

Wed, 25 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Tendrils in the Trees

Rossem took another deep breath. Breathe. Sometimes, simply taking a few deep breaths could increase concentration. The steamy air was so thick it felt like he was swimming, but the ambrosial atmosphere of the sauna was more than worth it.

In the center, a series of hot coals filled the sauna with a sweltering, pleasant heat. It opened the pores and relaxed the muscles. Above it swung a hot metal censer, filled with an arcane incense. It opened the mind and relaxed the will. Rossem was resistant to its effects, though he did enjoy visiting it all the same. He loved the feeling of the steam entering his nose and lungs; the pink gas from the censer taking a slight hold on him. He licked his lips, feeling a warm and thoughtless pleasure forming around the back of his head.

Riley's Peril in Torech Ungol

Tue, 10 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000

The Kings of Gondor had an urgent and treacherous quest to Cirith Ungol that could only be completed by traveling through the most dangerous regions of Ephel Duath (Mountains of Shadow). Only the finest and most courageous humans in Gondor could answer this call and none were more qualified than Riley of House Arenthal , who was one of Gondor’s finest servicemen. The young human woman was a light-footed rogue that used her quick whits and apparent beauty to outsmart those who underestimated her. Her average frame paired with her amber brown hair and gifted figure drew the attention of many of her ranking officers. But it was her success with quests throughout Middle Earth that brought her great praise throughout Gondor and the human kingdoms. So when it came time to pick a champion to carry out the quest, Riley was quickly selected to carry out the task.

The Gingerbread House

Tue, 10 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 10

The late afternoon sun was just starting to dip into the western sky, though its rays still painted the world in bright shades and it would be hours yet before darkness truly started to fall. From her position lounging somewhat uncomfortably in the passenger seat of their car after what felt like hours of driving, Roxanna took a deep breath and closed her eyes, sighing in contentment at the warmth that seemed to seep into her very bones. Heat always seemed to bring her to life and chase away aches she had long ago learned to live with. After sparing a moment to relish the feeling of the sun’s rays playing across her face Roxanna opened her eyes again with a faint smile to gaze upon the scenery. The tall grasses lining either side of the winding road swayed in the wind, the flowers interspersed within seeming to dance in time with some unknown rhythm, and the green trees in the distance painted the horizon in brilliant shades. All of it combined with the ever lengthening days was a sure sign that spring was finally here. And for that Roxanna Kormou was extremely grateful because spring, in her not so humble opinion, was the best season by far. For the most part Roxanna would say that she very much enjoyed the life that she and Sofia had built for themselves, unexpected surprises very much included, but one thing she did not think she would ever truly get used to was the cold. No matter how long she lived, no matter how many winters she managed to weather, that one fact would never change. As beautiful as she could admit the freshly fallen snows were (and how she had stared in wonder upon seeing the land blanketed in white for the first time), she was not sad to see them gone. Although, she supposed, winter did have its advantages, like sharing a blanket with someone you loved or sipping hot cider in front of the fireplace. Or enthusiastic young lovers showing up at your door in the middle of a storm as a holiday gift. Her smile turned a bit rueful at that and she shook her head.

The Gingerbread House

Tue, 10 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 11

If she was being completely honest with herself Brianna knew that on that long ago winter morning when she’d lain naked and bound on her mistress’ couch with Claudia, equally naked and bound, lying on top of her she had not fully believed the other girl’s tale of being mummified and edged for an entire week. It wasn’t that she’d thought Claudia was lying, she believed that the event had happened but she hadn’t really been able to wrap her mind around it. Brianna certainly had a frame of reference, she’d been confined in very strict bondage numerous times and even been mummified more than once, in fact she’d discovered that she really liked being mummified, and certainly knew what it felt like to be edged. That seemed to be her mistress’ favorite pastime some days and she’d certainly experienced a wide variety of toys that both Roxanna and Sofia seemed adept at using to bring her to the very brink of climax and hold her there for as long as they liked. Hell, she’d spent the very night she’d heard that story as a mummified body pillow, Roxanna clinging to her helplessly wrapped form while a vibrator buzzed away inside of her. Even so Claudia’s almost visceral descriptions of being so horny she felt as if she were about to burst and, when it was over, cumming so hard she’d passed out had felt so strangely unreal. Oh, if she looked back at her experiences Brianna could sort of understand. The incredible frustration and overwhelming need for release as well as the strange way that denial seemed to amplify the intensity of her pleasure, Brianna had experienced all of these things to varying degrees. But when the seed of the idea of recreating Claudia’s experience had formed, to know for herself what such incredible and total submission felt like, she hadn’t really known what to expect. And though she doubted that she would ever admit it part of her was certain that Claudia had been exaggerating.

The Gingerbread House

Sun, 01 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 9

Ever since stepping out of the shop, into the ever darkening night it had surprised Brianna just how busy the city was even now. Despite the darkness and the cold the town seemed to have come alive, the roads heavy with traffic, even if the pedestrians had mostly vanished, and storefronts blazing with lights. Combined with the passing headlights of other cars and the ubiquitous blinking lights of holiday decorations it felt like passing through a hive of activity, so different than the fierce storm that she had trudged through just a day earlier. Even so, as the car sped on down the streets on their long journey back out into the suburbs Brianna was only vaguely aware of it all, her thoughts drifting in all directions. Honestly it was hard to focus on anything. She felt strangely energized, barely able to contain herself and completely unable to sit still, fidgeting in her seat or bouncing her leg to some non-existent beat. At some point Claudia had turned the radio on in an attempt to fill the silence, neither of them much in the mood to talk it seemed, but even that seemed faint and unimportant, mere background noise to her spinning thoughts. In all honesty Brianna could not say why she felt so energized, almost manic in fact, but the feeling persisted. Perhaps it was the lingering endorphins of her recent brush with the tattoo needle, perhaps it was eagerness to show off her new tattoo to her mistresses, or maybe it was just the same sort of keen anticipation that often filled her when dreaming of games soon to be played. Perhaps it was some heady mix of all three lifting her up into a bundle of twitching energy just waiting to be unleashed. That thought made her smile just a little bit, almost in awe of how much her life had changed in such a short time.

Soon But Not Today

Wed, 07 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

Now, when my life depends on it, it’s very easy to get the key out, easier than inserting it with a shaking hand into the keyhole. I undo the cuffs and get up unsteadily - either it’s the aftermath of the electrocution or I’m feeling the oxygen deprivation already. Ah, the fingerprints! I grab the revolver and thoroughly wipe its handle and trigger with a dry and crusty dishrag found in the sink. Where else did I leave my traces? Basil’s phone - it’s got my pics now, I have to take it with me. Oh, I need clothes! Basil took off his shirt, he doesn’t need it now. I open the door and run to the back room. The shirt is hanging on the wheelbarrow handle, still wet but long. Fortunately, Basil was a big man. I button it all the way down and hope to pass for a decently dressed person from some distance away. There’s my bag of toys, as well as my phone and apartment keys, I grab them too. One more lap around the house wiping every surface that I remember touching: door handles, the table, the window frame. Don’t forget to pick up my timer lock in the garden and wipe fingerprints from both buckets.

Mind-control Punishment

Mon, 21 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000

My mind races as I try to figure out where I am and what has happened to me? I know I’m blindfolded, wrapped up, gagged and I can’t hear a thing. The only thing I can hear is my thoughts. Then I feel it… pleasure… pure pleasure… someone is stroking my hard cock with a silk scarf! I can feel the silk pleasuring my cockhead and shaft.

Mmmmm… that feels wonderful! Oh yes, right there… just a few more seconds from that silk scarf and I will cum. No… no… don’t stop, I was about to cum. I need to cum badly… where is that silk scarf? Maybe if I thrust my body and cock forward I can reach the silk scarf!

In a Nutshell

Wed, 31 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000

She emerged from the basement shower wrapped in a towel, singing, “Hey, hey, hey, playmate, come out and play with me. My dolly has no clothes. Just watch me touch my toes.” And at that, she did.

Jan was just a treat to look at. Steve looked her over from across their playroom. Bent over as she was, he could see she had taken extra time with the hair removal, smooth as a body could be.

The Giant Spider Nest

Wed, 31 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Scott, I’m a 35 year old male research scientist. I have been doing research on a local South American tribe. I have been trying to learn their language, their culture, their past and their hidden gold treasure. I understand most of their language, except for a few words, but I don’t understand their gestures.

I have been accepted into their village. I wear hardly any clothes, like they do, and I participate in some of their rituals. I feel like I have earned their trust so I ask about the legendary hidden gold. I was mistaken, they did not appreciate me asking about their gold.

Téa Gardner In The Catacomb Of The Concubines

Tue, 23 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Ishizu stared at Téa in wide-eyed disbelief. “You want us to do what?”

They were all sitting in a booth together in a diner in Cairo, Marik and Ishizu on one side of the table, and Odion sitting next to Tea on the other. Téa waited until after the waitress came and took away their dirty dishes and then continued.

“I want you to send me to the Egyptian Afterlife,” Téa said. “I want to be with Atem.”

Delilah

Wed, 10 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Delilah is a young beautiful 20 year old who is engaged to her older fiancé Pierre-Jac. She is innocent, pure, naive and a virgin while he has traveled the world…the world of 1910. Pierre-Jac is an accountant and has been involved in some illegal transactions with the local government. They are visiting the Middle East and will have their wedding there. She is attracted to her fiancé and looks forward to finally having a man take her virginity. She is also curious about Pierre-Jac’s penis, since she has never seen one.

The Giant Worm and the Mummified Damsels

Sat, 13 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000

The arch villain “The Fat Man” has captured and drugged myself and my two other coworkers. All of our clothes have been removed and I view Jill and Kris’s naked bodies for the first time. The Fat Man’s henchmen place a strange device onto our crotches and I assume it’s some kind of device to cause pain or pleasure.

I’m helpless as I watch Jill get mummified, she is weakened from the drugs and cannot fight back. They have placed her arms over her breasts and they mummify her, Egyptian-style. She is wrapped with many layers of skin tight wrappings, mummified from her toes to her neck, only her head and her perfect blonde feathered hair is visible. All of Jill’s curves are visible through her tight mummification.

Visit to a Headmistress

Thu, 24 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Visit to a Headmistress - Uto

The time was late afternoon on a wintry but otherwise ordinary school day.

The setting was St Barbara’s School for Girls, a large, very expensive private school for young ladies in an upper class suburb. Because it was nearing afternoon departure time the school’s corridors were filling with girls about to go home. They were starting to spill out into the quadrangle in front of the building.

Mummification Peril

Mon, 09 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000

She gathers her items for her erotic evening in self mummification..lots of rolls of duct tape, the butterfly vibrator, a metal slave collar and her new sexy ballet boots. Susan is a successful, powerful lawyer and only 30 years old, her long red hair making her very noticeable. She is used to power, controlling people, making demands….so this is the reason why Susan likes to have fantasies about being a slave in a harem or just becoming a pet to a Master. These fantasies always include some sort of bondage and she has been privately practicing self bondage. Tonight will be her first time trying a self mummification and her pussy is getting moist just thinking about it.

Wrapped in Silk

Thu, 05 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

There are moments where Jerry is hating being wrapped up in silk and moments where he is in heaven and overwhelmed with pleasure due to the lack of sight and sound. He is inch-worming on his stomach as the silk pleasures his whole body when someone stops him and flips him on his back. Someone recently possibly his Mistress Jacqueline has been teasing his cock. He can feel the sensation of his cock being rubbed with a silk scarf, bringing him to the edge of an orgasm and then they stop touching him! Every time he is bucking, trying to reach that mysterious hand. He is left frustrated every time and he wonders again about how much time has gone by.

What is a Treat?

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

DING!

The doorbell caught Peter’s attention, and he set down his drink and paused “The Blair Witch Project” - his favorite horror movie, knowing that trick-or-treaters were at the door. However, he waited.

DING! The doorbell chimed again, then a third DING! The left side of Peter’s mouth curled into a smirk as he finally got up to greet the first Halloween visitors of the evening. He opened the front door.

Wrapped in Silk

Sat, 12 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Jerry is a 25 year old single male who enjoys visiting the bondage fantasy club. He has been seeing the older, plump Mistress Jacqueline for various bondage fantasies. Recently he told her about doing a sensory-deprivation, mummified fantasy and he wanted to be in that state for 3 days. She looked into the fantasy idea and was able to do the special bondage fantasy. She told him without going into great detail that she found a way to keep him fed, watered and to get rid of his waste while he was mummified for a long period of time.

Amanda and Danni

Tue, 08 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Art Project

“Please Danni? I really need your help. My college art project on Egyptian Mummies is due in like 4 days. All I need is a body to wrap really quick. All you have to do is to stand for a few minutes, and then lie there for a few, and then that is it. I wrap you up, draw a few hieroglyphics on the wrappings, take some photos, and then I cut you out.”

At a Loss

Wed, 10 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Janice couldn’t understand what was happening, the little machine had worked perfectly for months and now she stood completely immobile in the middle of her own kitchen listening to it still humming as it continued to run around her. The machine had been advertised to take care of all your storage needs, after reading the email she looked around her house realizing she could use something that could seal and protect things she had and decided to try the offer. It was cheap enough why not, she had thought secretly wondering if she could use it to help her in her self bondage games. While she waited for it to arrive she read the instructions and was surprised when she found it not only wrapped the item but used its own motor heat to shrink the plastic it carried to form to the item wrapped. What excited her was all she had to do was to identify what she wanted wrapped and it took over from there, using its scanner to identify and calculate a plan to be able to wrap the item even sensing any needed openings for ventilation. When she read the last feature Janice squealed reading the unit could also UN pack what it had wrapped recycling the wrapping.

A Unique Gigolo

Sun, 24 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part eight

Part Nine

Siobhan reached up and felt the tiara that was still on her head. After doubling up her fists and straight arming her posture so her arms were locked at her sides, a lot like a pouting kid, she said, “I was just wearing this to remind myself that it’s just a piece of jewelry, and that it didn’t make me feel any different about myself.”

The Secret Bondage Club

Wed, 20 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000

I am a 35 year old single male, 5 ft 9 inches and 165 pounds with an average penis of 6 inches. I have always been interested in bondage but I wanted to keep my bondage interests a secret from my family, friends and coworkers. I have always been turned on by bondage stories, bondage artwork and was always searching for ways to fulfill my bondage fantasies.

One night I was at a busy nightclub trying to pick up on women with no success. I decided to just sit down at the bar and enjoy a drink when I overheard an interesting conversation by an older couple, they were talking about bondage and fantasy club. I had to know more, so I approached them.

Rubbercat Tails

Sat, 16 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Cat Education

“NO!”

“Well, you don’t have a choice!”

I’m Kitty, and this evil person next to me is Erika. For one week already, she has been at our place, and some things were starting to change. I spent a lot of time with her because Mark, our boyfriend, was at work during the week.

When he was around, wearing my full latex catsuit was the norm, which meant padded cat paws were attached, and I couldn’t use my hands. I decided a long time ago I would not let Mark see me out of this suit; he loved me too much as is. The only time he saw me out of my costume was for a few minutes on the first day we met. Since then, I had been exclusively a cute and rubbery catgirl.

Your Night Out

Mon, 20 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Grin. Smile. Dance. Laugh. Cheer. Yell until your voice goes hoarse. Somehow, you don’t feel embarrassed. Tonight, there’s no anxiety and no self-doubt. It’s a good feeling. Supportive people surround you. You’ve cut loose. It feels phenomenal; to dance and cheer and never once feel like you’re being judged. It’s not clear why it’s so easy tonight. Maybe it’s the people, maybe it’s the location. It’s definitely the location.

The ambiance definitely has something to do with it. Dim lights and laughing, music that isn’t too loud but is so loud that you do kind of have to yell. Other people in costumes make you feel downright normal in comparison. Your red qípáo is trimmed with gold. You were worried that it wouldn’t match your glasses, but in the dark nobody noticed. Maybe it matched after all.

She Got What She Asked For

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

Jenna stood for a while taking in her surroundings, here she was in London on the first leg of her European trip. After graduation from Cornell, she had applied for, and been granted, a Student Work Visa. This entitled students on a gap year from the United States, to work their way across Europe and get first-hand experience of the rest of the world. After London, she was going to head to Paris and Amsterdam, then see where her journey took her from there.

Prosletyzing the Ebon Vault

Mon, 30 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000

“Creation arose out of primordial darkness,” said Yadu. She alone had her mouth unveiled. Her habit hung down over her head like the up-turned hood of a sweatshirt. It poured down to her shoulders before the glossy latex reformed as a cape, one that sashayed around her waist as she walked back and forth.

“The sacred light that is Order is present in every living being.”

Yadu’s dark skin was punctuated by glossy lips of icy blue and eyes that seemed to glow with sky-shaded vigor. The white and black rubber of her habit kept her hair tucked beneath the hood. In fact, it kept all skin save that around her face totally enclosed in glorious, unyielding shiny black.

Spiders!

Sat, 28 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000

“Doctor Trunklemire, I’m certain that I can find this new species.”

“Miss Francisco, all you have are rumors. And not very well substantiated ones at that. I am hesitant to let you go forward with this. At first glance it looks like a fool’s fantasy.”

“I am aware that there is little to go on here. But I have received this information from someone in whom I place a great deal of trust. They have also told me that they have seen for themselves further evidence to lend support to the rumors. Unfortunately, they are not able to provide any direct samples or even pictures, but they assure that the arachnids do indeed exist.”

What If They Did This?

Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000

The Japanese are a rather inventive people when it comes to game shows. The strange and odd things they come up with to challenge contestants is amazing and unique. There is one game show that a particular portion of it made the rounds on YouTube for a bit.

For those who are not aware of it, the show was/is called ‘TORE!’ and consists of two groups of contestants competing against each other. I don’t speak or read the Japanese language so I can’t tell you the exact nature of what was going on, but I certainly got the gist of it. Apparently they would get popular and notable people from TV shows or other popular media in Japan and have two groups who would compete against each other for points.

A Mother and Her Daughters

Sun, 08 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Ten palace guards escorted the five women through the palace courtyard, two guards flanking each. A voluptuous mother and her four nubile daughters, each was a perfect specimen of classic Egyptian beauty, with long-flowing, raven hair, well tanned skin, and pomegranate lips. They were dressed in gauzy, white gowns that showed off their figures and wore sandals on their feet. It was a bright day with the sun high in the noon sky, but these women had grim expressions on their faces and hung their heads low. Their arms were bound behind their backs in golden shackles, and golden leg irons on their ankles prevented them from taking a full stride or running.

Andreabound: is Kidnapped

Sat, 29 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

I hadn’t heard the door open and so the feeling that I was no longer alone in the room sent a strange chill up my back. I looked up and went even colder as I found myself looking down the barrel of a gun. I had thought I was alone in the building but I had forgotten about the security guard. Why a two-bit firm needed a security guard I don’t know, but here he was, all 200 pounds of him to prove his existence.

Directrix Phantom Versus Evil Ancient Pharaoh

Thu, 12 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000

She sat at her desk in her office at MirageCorp Headquarters, watching the large view screen across the room. One of the secretaries, a cute blonde with a ponytail, was on the floor under her feet, bound in a black latex bondage bag and a bright red ball gag in her mouth. Directrix Phantom picked up the remote and turned up the volume. On screen, a young, dark brown-haired reporter stood with a WHU News microphone in hand as bright lights shown on her in the dark.

Drive!!

Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

It was a long hot Indian summer night. So, Betty, decided to go for a long drive, to cool down But with all heat waves comes, torrential rains and down pours. It got so bad Betty, couldn’t see ten feet out her windshield. For fear of running off the road she decided to look for a way stop but could not find one.

Finally she pulled her car into the next driveway she could find. The rain was so intense, that it stalled her car out. Now all alone, rain pouring down, car stalled, lighting all around she was starting to worry about her safety. Then suddenly as it started the rain ease a bit.

Tighter Than Expected

Mon, 16 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

It had only been about 6 months ago that my girlfriend had left me on discovering my desires to be tightly wrapped and inescapably bound, a fascination that had grown and grown ever since I was a teenager but had been kept largely secret from anyone. It had been a rocky relationship to begin with, but the discovery of all the bondage sites on my internet history had been the last straw. She did not understand the fascination, and as the urges grew stronger it eventually drove us apart.

Wrapped

Sat, 23 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000

WARNING

Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. Wrapped Mikel M/f; Solo-F; mum; wrap; sarcophagus; encase; display; latex; corset; sleepsack; vacbed; tens; toys; tease; torment; climax; denial; cons; X

Susan had been fascinated by mummies since the first time she had seen a person being wrapped tightly in a movie she had seen with friends when she was young. She quickly talked them into repeating the sequence using her as the victim. The children had used old sheets torn into strips to mummify her and after several attempts had her wrapped tight, laid out on a picnic table before losing interest and running off leaving her there to fight her bonds until her mother found her several hours later still struggling in her wrappings. Susan had loved every minute in her cocoon but could never convince her friends to do it again.

Ghosts and Mummies and Beer

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

A Halloween Special 2012 Tale

It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before. But it’s always been incidental. Like when we’re in a dressing room at a store. Even when we went to the clothing-optional beach Jackie chickened out. And it was her idea to go!

Okay, so there was a time, well twice really, back in school. We were in our pot phase and we were stoned and we decided to go skinny dipping in the school pool. Jack was a cheerleader (So was Jackie. That’s how they met.) and he spent more time in the gym than most of the jocks and he told us that even though the door was locked, all it would take was a twist and a pull and the door would pop open and it did. I don’t remember much except our giggling echoing off the walls made us giggle even more.

The Two Day (or more) Mummy

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Well, we’re the craziest old couple on the block. Last week Techster was reading one of the Mummy stories on grometsplaza and remarked, “Someday I’d like to try this mummy thing. I wonder how they deal with feeding, fecal waste and urine- no one ever mentions that and yet for more than a 12 hour mummification it is inevitable.” So I designed a mummification system and dealt with the reality of feeding, urine and fecal waste as techster was my unwilling volunteer for several days - to be exact 3 days.

Date with a Spider

Fri, 25 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Pat was 50 but didn’t show it because of the transformation when she was turned into the spider woman that she was. She was well endowed and looked like a 30 year old, gorgeous from her head to her toes, her flowing red hair replaced the graying dull red she had when she was looking her age. Her tits were large and firm with firm nipples and her vagina was smooth and barren, she was a gorgeous redhead that looked 30. She loved the fact that she had her looks back, that with her actual years of experience chasing men, all those years paid off by allowing her to pursue and catch her prey with relative ease. She always wore a mink coat over her nude form to hide the extra arms and legs from her intended prey. It wasn’t until caught in her embrace that her true form was found out but by then her prey had been subdued.

Date with a Spider

Fri, 25 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Heaven and Hell

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Once upon a time, there was a man named Kenny. Growing up, he had heard many stories about Heaven and Hell, and how the good and the bad would go to their respective places after death. But he had never given the matter much thought, never believing in an afterlife. So he went about his life, unconcerned about what was to come. However, when Kenny died, he was surprised to find himself in the afterlife. He was even more surprised when a divine guide came to show him both Heaven and Hell, so he could choose his final destination. They first went to Hell. It was a bare, boring place built of grey concrete, with nothing to stimulate the senses. And there were many there, all restrained in various ways, but most were mummified, wrapped up head to toe in wrappings that they would never escape from. And as far as Kenny could see, everyone was struggling and fighting with each other, trying to escape from their bondage. Those who still had some mobility were struggling to run, but tripped and fell on those who were mummified. In anger, they would then kick and attack the mummies, who were helpless and unable to fight back. Kenny was horrified. This looked like a terrible place, and he didn’t want to stay here. He begged his guide to take him to Heaven. Anything would be better then Hell. The two went to Heaven. But Kenny was horrified to see that it was exactly the same as Hell. It was built of grey concrete, and was filled with people restrained and mummified, a state in which they would remain forever. People were struggling and wiggling, trying to escape from their restraint, even though it was futile. “I don’t understand”, Kenny said to his guide. “Heaven looks just like Hell. How can that be?” “Take another look”, his guide told him.

Island of Rebirth

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Somewhere within the world’s oceans, there is an undiscovered island. To try and find this island is a futile endeavor, for it is too well hidden, and cannot be found, even with modern technology. Then again, some aren’t sure if this island is of the earth, or if it exists on a separate plain of existence. The island itself is not very big, for it is roughly the size of Hawaiian island, Maui. It is a pleasant land, where the air is constantly warm enough that one can walk around naked and feel comfortable. When it rains, there is always ample time to find shelter, but if you want to stay outside, that’s not a problem, for the rain is warm, and never cold. There are no animals on the island, no annoying insects or dangerous jungle creatures. The only sounds you’ll hear as you walk through the jungles and forests are the trees slowly moving back and forth, and the soft breeze blowing through them. What is perhaps most interesting is that the island is in a state of constant twilight. It is never quite fully night, yet never fully day. More often then not, you’ll be walking around, with the stars providing light. Yet, even in the darkness, there are no terrors to be found on this island, and nothing to fear. You cannot be hurt, nor can you be killed, even if you were to fall off a cliff. The island has not changed since when the first people came here, long ago. Yet, the island does not have a permanent population, for the residents come and go. How long they stay varies; some stay for a few weeks, others a few years, and some stay for decades. The main factor is the others you meet here. With no airports, boats, trains or roads, it seems impossible to find this place, and yet everyone does arrive, eventually. But they don’t arrive by their own conscious effort. All travel arrangements are apparently made and prepared, and when someone arrives, it is not via boat, plane, or even canoe. They arrive in the ground. When someone arrives at the Island of Rebirth, others go to meet them. They travel into the jungles and the forests, until they arrive at a gravesite. There, they take shovels, and dig into the earth, until they find a coffin. Taking that coffin, they remove it and open it up, finding a mummy inside, tightly wrapped. Removing the mummy, they remove the wrappings, until they at last reveal the newest arrival to the island. How old this individual will be varies. Some are young or in middle age, others old. But that does not matter, for within a few days, everyone will either age, or reverse in age, until they are all 35, in the peak of life and health. When the individual first awakens from their slumber, they are inevitably confused, wondering where they are. The last thing they remember is dying, either by accident, or of disease, or old age. But they are helped by the island’s friendly and peaceful inhabitants, who explain what is going on. They have arrived on the Island of Rebirth. They are given warm robes to wear, though at any time they can change into whatever clothing they’d like. What distinguishes the residents of this island is that they are all made of up of kinky people; individuals who enjoyed the sensual arts of sex and intimacy, who enjoyed playing and the arts of restraint. Therefore, virtually all the people wear all manner of kinky clothes; everything from rubber to neoprene, to latex and fishnet stockings. On this island, with its calming, peaceful atmosphere, there is an aura of acceptance that everyone shares, where you are free to be yourself. After the initial shock and surprise at being retrieved from their grave, the individual will sleep for a while, and then wake up to find themselves at age 35. From here, they can explore, and it isn’t long before they find other kinky individuals like themselves. So, naturally, they start to play. All manner of kinky games are played across the island; anything and everything is acceptable, for with the risk of injury or death gone, people are finally free to indulge in their deepest fantasies, and will find many willing partners who will gladly share the experience. If you walk into one part of the forest, you’ll find several people in straightjackets, dangling upside down from tree branches. Continue on to the large lake, and you’ll find others turned into inflatable pool toys, and floating around. If you were to dive under the surface, you’d find many at the bottom, their arms tied behind them, and their legs shackled to concrete blocks. And yet, all would be willing participants, knowing that they cannot be hurt or feel pain. Eventually, by desire or curiosity, you would join them in their play, trying all manner of situations out, seeking what excites you best. But as time goes on, and the playtimes continue, a pattern inevitably emerges: Everyone starts to seek out relationships with another, seeking constant company in each others presence; and here the true purpose of the island is revealed. The Island of Rebirth may seem like a never-ending playground for the kinky and the sexual, but in fact, it is actually a chance to create a relationship with someone, a chance to find the individual who you want to share your life with. It could be someone you let slip away, or someone who perished long ago. When two individuals find each other, and start a relationship, the next phase of the island starts. For when they start to share each other’s company, and to forge a bond of compassion, enjoyment, love, and mutual respect, the two no longer stay at the age of 35. They start to age, though aging is slow on the island. But during that time of aging, they continue to explore each other, and to know each other better. There is constant play, and games, and indulging their fantasies. And age is not as great a deal on the island as it is normally. For with no stress, or unhealthy foods, or sloth, each individual ages well, and gracefully, remaining active and well even when they reach the age of 70, or even 90, and still playing. The younger residents of the island do not discriminate against their elders, and treat them like equals. Thus, in so many ways, the island is a paradise for all. Eventually, however, there comes a time when a couple has to decide if the relationship is working out. Sometimes this can be decided in only a matter of days or weeks, while for others, years are needed. But eventually, the moment comes where the two, having been given the chance to share their new lives, have to choose whether to continue or to realize that the relationship won’t work out. If the relationship does not succeed, then a process begins. The two individuals, realizing that the relationship will not work, mutually agree to part ways, but this is a peaceful process. There are no accusations thrown, no angry divorce proceedings, and no hurt feelings. They both separate on good terms, knowing that both of them will eventually find the special individual who is right for them. When the separation is complete, the two are taken back into the forests and the jungle, and there, they are buried once more, returned to the grave. But again, this is not a sad process, but a necessary step for both of them. For they have aged during the relationship, and now it is time to be reborn, to have a clean start, so that both can start fresh. Therefore, each individual is first allowed to wear whatever clothing they wish; generally this is a tight body glove that gives warmth and protection. Over this, the individual is mummified, wrapped and sealed tightly within multiple layers of soft bandages, which are wrapped around their bodies until the individual can no longer move, or even wiggle. Once sealed inside their comfortable cocoon, the individual is carefully put into a tight sleep sack, which is then zipped shut, laced down, and buckled tightly. A hood is placed over the bandaged head, and also buckled down and laced, ensuring that the individual is completely sealed in tightly, ensuring that they cannot escape. But the individual, sealed away, does not want to. There is a sense of calm and acceptance throughout the process, of knowing that this is what has to be done. The bondage and restraint, while excessive, is like the cocoon that encloses the caterpillar: It has to be sealed away before it can be reborn. Once the individual is completely restrained, they are gently lowered into their coffin, which is soft and lined with pillows. The lid is put on, and locked, sealing the occupant in. The coffin is then lowered into the grave, six feet deep, and covered with earth once again, burying the individual into their private, quiet grave. For a month, both individuals are left in the earth, where they sleep in their graves, safe and protected. When the month is over, the graves are once again dug up, and the coffins removed. They are opened, and the mummified individual is removed from the sleepsack and unwrapped. And when the last bandages are removed, the individual is once again 35, rested, and reborn, ready to start their new lives once more. Thus, the process continues for every resident of the island. But when the time comes that a relationship has reached the decision point, more often then not, both agree that this is what they want, and that, in sharing their play, and their time with each other, they have found the individual they want to be with, a different process begins. The couple, now content with each other, and delighted at the idea of staying together, are taken to the far edge of the island, to what is dubbed the sacred graves. Here, the colors among the plants and leaves are move vivid and intense, and there is a lighter, more joyous feel in the air. This is where couples are buried together. The process is much like if the two had decided to separate. They are dressed in whatever they wish to wear, and then are wrapped up and mummified, their embalmers going steadily, but gently. This time however, the process is different, for while their bodies are wrapped up and sealed away, the couple’s faces are left unwrapped. And once both are wrapped, legs and arms sealed away and immobile, the couple is then placed together, face to face, and their two bodies wrapped together as one, so that they may be together, and face each other. When the process is complete, they are taken and placed in an extra-wide coffin, where they are belted down. The lid is placed on and nailed shut, and then they are lowered into the bright green earth, and the grave is covered and filled. And with that, the joyous burial is complete. Once a couple is buried, they are left in peace within the sacred ground. Exactly what happens, none of the island’s residents know. When they return to the sacred ground a month later, they find the grave site gone, and the coffin placed on top of the earth, empty. But no one is sad, for while they don’t know what happened to the couple, they sense that the two have moved on to something bigger, and greater, beyond the island. But they are glad for the couple, and are not envious, for one day, they will take the journey, when the time is right. Until that time though, the others will remain on the island, playing and experimenting, seeking out the individual with whom they will share a loving relationship. Inevitably, there will be some relationships that will not work out, and they will have to be buried and reborn. But the day will come when they find that special someone; and they too, will leave the Island of Rebirth.

It Was Dark Part 7: How sweet is Revenge

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 6

Part 7: How sweet is Revenge

I took out her gag before I totally drifted of the sleep. I wanted to make sure she was safe. She looked like she was going to snarl at me them thought better of it. Sometime, much later, she was thrashing about and woke me up.

“Please master I need to go.” She pleaded.

I was angry at being woken up and was about to say no when I realized she was in my bed and the pallet wrap was bound to leak. Reluctantly, I got up, found the paramedic scissors and cut her out. She raced off to the toilet.

It Was Dark Part 8: Rescue and Release

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 7

Part 8: Rescue and Release

I got up early. She woke up as I was getting out of bed. I left her stuck in the rubber sleep sack whilst I showered. She did after all have a diaper on so she could wait. Though somehow I don’t think she liked the idea. When we had both dressed and Rose was cooking breakfast I was thinking how we could rescue Lillian and trap ROSE.

Happy Halloween 2

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one Happy Halloween – Part Two

Happy New Year!

After the New Year it was back to business as usual. Her boss finally gave up on the contractors renovating the old building, broke the lease, sued for a large chunk of money and found a new building closer to my house, but on the opposite side of town from her condo. She made the commute a few times, but generally she stayed at my place and our games and experimentation continued. Other then an occasional long weekend or a couple vacation days, there was no foreseeable way that an opportunity to stay mummified for nearly three months was going to present itself a second time. But the occasional bondage play during the week and the longer sessions on the weekend kept her appetite at bay.

Roommate’s Helping Hand 3

Mon, 19 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 2

Part 3

Hi there, I’m Tommy and this is another story about one of the evenings I spent with my roommate. A little while after returning from the Christmas Holidays he and I discussed what we referred to as the Night before Christmas and I admitted I had been very impressed (and turned on) with the way he had used a sock as a sort of monoglove on my tied up arms. He then explained he had several more ideas he would be more than willing to show me. In exchange for another “liquid donation” off course.

Time to Wake Up

Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

This story was misplaced by me (gromet) and has been entered into the contest late. My apologies to the author for my error.

Dan had been awaiting the package from Winter Fetish every day since he ordered it. The recent holiday weekend made the mail take even longer. Dan’s wife Susan was not as excited. The two of them have been married for just over three years and she was aware of Dan’s enthusiasm for bondage before they got married. Though she helped him indulge on occasion, she liked to remind him that it was not sexually interesting to her.

Time to Wake Up

Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest

The Helpless Mummy

Mon, 08 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

First off I am an 18 year old male and am a small size for my age, my name is Tom. I live with my mom and two sisters. One sister (Sarah) is 22 and the other (Ashlee) is 16. Since my dad died at an early age so it is just us 4, and we are a pretty close family. Every Halloween we have a tradition where we stay in and have a small party, with just family. The big fun of it is to surprise each other with what our costumes are at the party.

Special Delivery

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“Mmmm?”

Smiling, Deb turned toward the bed. “Well, hello there sleepyhead,” she said brightly. “Did anyone ever tell you that you look absolutely beautiful waking up?”

“Mmmm-mmm?”

“What? Oh, you mean this?” Still smiling, Deb reached down and softly stroked the tape covering the other woman’s mouth. “Well, dear, didn’t I tell you when you came over that we were going to have some fun? And now that you’re awake, the fun can begin.”

It Was Dark

Tue, 12 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000

It is dark, inky black unseeable dark, no light at all.

Try as I might I could not move. I seemed to be wrapped in something sticky. Something cold and very tight held me in its embrace. I could wriggle my whole body, however my hands felt like they had been molded to my thighs and my legs and feet were bound together as though they were in one piece.

Adventures in Rubber

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

Chapter Four

Part 10

(Jason)

Jason did not have to wait long before Flora’s shiny black face appeared at the door, followed shortly by the rest of her exquisite form. Once free of the hand truck, she strutted awkwardly over to the treadmill at Mandy’s prodding. Jason squirmed in embarrassment as Flora’s amazed eyes took in his situation. He was acutely conscious of his bald head plainly visible under the layer of clear rubber. Mandy gave a short speech about her excuses for “punishing” them, then began fiddling with equipment.

Livin’ the Mummy Dream 4: Sisters’ Delight

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

continued from part 3 Part 4: Sisters’ Delight

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

All Taped Up

Tue, 12 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies.

It had been a while since Ian had taken his little slave girl to the edge and he thought it was about time she had a work out. That evening when he returned from work he whispered in Diane’s ear that tonight was going to be special and throughout dinner her mind wandered to thoughts of breath play. Ian left the table early to go upstairs and prepare for Diane’s play. He had a surprise for her too, which he had purchased that very afternoon from the local sports shop; he looked forward to seeing the look on her face when she saw what he had bought for her.

Livin’ the Mummy Dream 3: Enter Sheila

Sat, 21 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 2 Part 3: Enter Sheila

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

Limbo

Mon, 09 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I’m awoken as the wind blows through the trees, making my sack sway gently. Blinking my eyes, I look about, wondering if this is something new. But it is not. Only the breeze, and nothing more. A few moments later, and my sleep sack goes still once more. Closing my eyes, I try to go back to sleep, but being awoken in such a manner makes it impossible. I have no way of knowing how long I’ve slept, for the fog and dim light remain unchanged since when I dozed off. A day could have gone by, or a week. I just don’t know. But then again, here, in Limbo, time never seems to change. *** My name is Quentin, and I’m a prisoner in Limbo. Counter to what some of you may believe, there is an afterlife, but it’s unlike anything you might have thought. Heaven and Hell don’t exist. There’s no fiery torture chamber or paradise the dead go to. There’s only Limbo, a place that’s void of good or evil. Everyone comes here, regardless of what they did in life. I came here about… ten years ago, I think. I had been killed in a car crash while driving home one evening. But there was no tunnel of light for me, no pearly gates. There had only been blackness, and when I awoke, I found myself lying in the middle of a forest. Confused, I had gotten up, unsure of how I had gotten here. Even more confusing, yet somewhat surprising, was that I was no longer fifty five. I had the body of a fit and lean thirty year old, something that I was surprised and happy about. There was a path on the ground, and I followed it, hoping to find answers as to where I was. After following the path for some time, I arrived at a small building. Going inside, I was met by the keepers of this place, who told me that I was dead, and that I had arrived in Limbo. At first, I was frightened and confused, but they calmed me down, and told me that I had little to fear. Limbo, they explained, was the abode of the dead. Both righteous and wicked souls came here, where they would remain forever, as Limbo would be their final resting place. But it is not a bad thing. Eventually, all of Limbo’s occupants fall into a deep sleep that lasts for eternity, where no nightmares can touch them, where there is only peace. But, I was told, before that would happen, a person had to be punished for the evil they did in life. I was afraid of being punished, because like many others on earth, I had been told that punishment in the afterlife was eternal and never-ending. But I was told that such a view was incorrect. The punishment in Limbo was proportional to the evil one committed in life. No one, no matter how evil, was punished forever. Some might be punished for a few weeks, others for millions of years, but in the end, everyone fell into the final sleep that claims us all. My life was reviewed. All in all, I had been fairly good, but my major crime, my wickedness, if you will, was that I had been a fraud when it came to investing. I had taken people’s money and used it for my own benefit, rather then investing it for them like I promised. My schemes had made me fantastically rich, but, as I learned, had driven many people into bankruptcy, along with several companies. For this, I was told, I was to be punished for fifty years. But there was no malice from the keepers. They did not judge me, or condemn me. The sentence was equal to the amount of misery and suffering I had inflicted. I was nervous about such a sentence, but knew there was no running away. If I did, I was told, I would only be lost in Limbo, aimless, and alone. It would be better to serve the time and get it over with. Hesitantly, I agreed, not knowing what the punishment was to be. I was taken into a room, where I was given a thick rubber suit. I managed to get into it, squeezing inside it, with only my head remaining uncovered. I was informed that the next part of the punishment would involve restraining me, and if I resisted, I would be forcibly restrained. Seeing as I didn’t want to annoy my captors, I nodded. Black bandages were brought into the room, and the keepers began to wrap me up. I stood, looking down as they wound the wrappings around my body, a limb at a time, until I was wrapped up from chin to toe. Then my legs were pressed together and wrapped together, sealing them into a single unit. My arms were placed at my side, and they were wrapped there, covered and held in place. With my arms and legs restrained, I was powerless to stop the keepers as they continued their work. For what felt like an hour, I was mummified, wrapped up in layer after layer of the bandages, each one squeezing and compressing me, making movement ever more difficult. Eventually, they worked their way up and around my head. I was terrified that they were going to cover my face, blinding me, but they avoided my face, and focused on the rest of my head, until that too, was covered in layers of bandages. Then the last bandage was tied down, I was fully mummified, encased in over ten layers of bandages, and barely able to wiggle. The wrappings were tight enough that, if I had been alive, I wouldn’t have been able to breathe. But because I had no need of air, I was just held completely immobile. One of the keepers held me upright while another took out a leather sleep sack. I was lifted up as it was placed at my feet, and then threaded up and over my bandages. The sack was a size too small for me, which ensured a tight, snug fit, so much so that the keepers had to pull hard to close the zipper. Once the zipper was closed, they took some rope and began to thread it through the sack and over the zipper, cinching the sack tighter around me, compressing me even further, if that was possible. I could only stand there, feeling the bag squeezing itself around me, starting at my feet, and working its way up, the feeling of tightness slowly, inevitably, working its way up, until the lacing was finally finished at my neck. The keepers stepped back for a moment (save the one holding me up), looking me over, ensuring that my restraints were tight. They were, though I didn’t tell them so. I was worried they would find something else to apply to my form, and make things even tighter. Apparently, they thought it wasn’t tight enough, for they got several belts, and threaded them through loops in the sack, buckling them at my ankles, knees, thighs, lower and upper torso, and finally, my neck. When the last belt was buckled down and secured, the keepers were apparently satisfied with my restraints, for all of them left, save the one holding me up. He effortlessly picked me up and carried me out of the building. We went into the forests of limbo, where he carried me down a path, taking us deeper into the woods, the faint light coming and going as we went through the thick trees and fog. As we went, I couldn’t help but notice people dangling in trees, all of them dressed as I were. Completely restrained, and sealed in leather and rubber. But there were others, lying on the grass, who’s eyes were closed, and were unaware of us. They were, I was told, those who had completed their punishments, and now rested peacefully. I asked if my family was here. Some were, I was told, but that I was not to be afraid. Once all of us had completed our punishments, we would be together, and would remain so forever. All we had to do was wait a little while, and then it would happen. The keeper stopped at one of the taller trees. A thick rope was dangling from a branch. Standing me up, he tied the rope to the back of the sack, securing it. This place was where I would be punished, I was told. I would be left in solitary, to look back on my mistakes in life and contemplate them. To ensure that I would do so in silence, the keeper took out the last piece of restraint I was to wear…a thick gag. Knowing that it was useless to protest, I opened my mouth and allowed it to be pushed in. It went deep, entering my mouth and throat, making it impossible to speak. I wiggled my mouth as the gag was buckled on, securely covering my mouth, and my entire lower face. With the gag on, the rope began to rise, taking me with it. I was pulled into the air, looking down as the keeper watched me go upwards. When I finally came to a stop fifty feet above the ground, the keeper left, leaving me. *** I have forgotten how long ago that was. There is no way of measuring the passage of time in Limbo. The weather never changes, and it never grows brighter or darker. It always remains the same, and it always will. I dangle here, from my tree. Watching. Waiting. Occasionally I see someone being carried by below, being taken to their own trees. And occasionally, I see someone being released, and led somewhere to begin their eternal rest. I wait for the time when I will be released. But until then, I will remain here, with no one to talk to, alone with nothing but my thoughts, and my memories. I have nothing but my restraint. I hear nothing, but the wind softly blowing through dead branches.

Livin’ the Mummy Dream 2

Wed, 21 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 1 Part 2

She woke up later that night from a strange, wonderful dream involving being out in public in extreme bondage. “Wow, what a crazy fantasy dream!” she thought, as she tried to move her bound arms to no avail. At the end, she was pissing her diaper, which she was in fact now about to do. She had no idea what time it was, as her neck-braced and ball-gagged head was completely covered in tight white vet-wrap, as was her entire torso except her squeezed, jutting breasts, with her arms and hands wrapped tightly together with elbows nearly touching behind her back.

Livin’ the Mummy Dream Extreme

Tue, 13 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

She had met him through a fetish-bondage online social networking/meeting site. She had thought very long and hard about what she wanted to do with her life, leaving her old life far behind her, and the terms of a new relationship. She had to find the right man to make her most obsessive, consuming, passionate dreams come true. After a very thorough and careful culling process, here she was, happily in his wonderful loving, tight mummified embrace, her vagina and rectum stuffed with two large humming electric vibrators.

Darkest Desires

Wed, 21 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Times were bad and she really needed the money. Amy told herself this again and again. Amy stood in a brightly lit room, her arms holding a tray before her where drinks were available for the guests her posture perfect. The truth was she had no choice she was bound tightly in place. Two holes allowed her to see and a tube from her nose made it possible for her to breathe. Tonight she was a living mummy, on display for a group of jaded party goers.

One Last Errand

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

‘Hi, Miss, I’d like to ship these packages. They’re all going to different addresses — I’m going …’

‘Miss? You mean you honestly don’t recognize me?’

‘Um…” I said, struggling to place her. She looked like the kind of girl a guy wouldn’t forget. Piercing, intelligent green eyes, a pretty face with a mischievous smile, framed by a stylish cut of red hair. A couple of years younger than me, probably right out of college. I wanted to meet her penetrating gaze, but I couldn’t stop glancing down at her hands, their perfect, elongated ovals painted an insistent emerald, to match her eyes. If she noticed the attention I paid them, she didn’t give any sign of it. Instead, she kept right on talking, enjoying her advantage.

Funhouse

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

A Halloween Special 2009 Tale

It was a tired concept, one used in colleges throughout the land. Always short of funds, fraternities were constantly dreaming up ideas to generate revenue. Halloween was a perfect opportunity to part fellow students with their money. Roger had been placed in charge of coming up with an idea for Gamma Alpha Gamma (GAG, get it?) contribution to the spooky holiday.

“A Funhouse!” He’d said immediately, followed closely by the groans of his fellow frat brothers.

Please Keep Your Ticket With You

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

(Dedicated to all those sexy older women)

The beautiful young woman looked into the carriage, for a moment she clearly thought of entering, she looked at the sole occupant quizzically, a stunning woman with dark eyes and auburn hair, who wore a uniform and cradled a suitcase beside her, but there was no movement of greeting. The young woman, no more than 21, maybe even in her late teens, looked nervously about for a moment then to Jane’s relief she passed by.

Industrial Espionage

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Diane smiled as she left the building for the day. She had gotten the position as an executive assistant only two weeks ago, and already had the access codes she needed plus a security access card that should let her into the areas she needed. Diane had expected it to take about a month to get the access to the labs, which was her real goal of applying to work for Medical Bio-Regenetics Research, Inc., but the security procedures had been so lax she was wondering if this company was going to give her the pay-off she wanted.

The Black Pleasure

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

I hope their aren`t too many mistakes in my story. I can talk english very good. Only the text is a bit difficult. So here is my story.

Once again I was going to one of these rubber bars in Berlin where every kind of person has a rubber fetish. I came inside, sat myself down at the counter and ordered a drink. The barman gave it to me, while I drank it, I looked at him closely, he wore tight latex jeans and his bump was covered with a mini rubber apron. He wore a tight latex shirt and a latex mask with holes for eyes, nose and mouth.

Open Wide

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

He had requested me to be waiting for him on his return home. It was Friday night and the weekend was ahead of us - he had promised me something special, unforgettable even. That thought made me shiver with anticipation as I speculated about what may happen. I was slightly nervous as I knelt facing the front door. I was not bound, but I was naked, kneeling with my knees apart, close to a 90 degree angle, exposing my pussy to the cool air near the floor - it tingled slightly as the breath of a breeze slipped under the front door. My hands lay empty on my thighs, my eyes were closed - as ordered - and my long blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail at the top of my head.

The Printmaster

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

It was the noise of a floorboard creaking in the next room which awoke me from my slumber, unusual as I could normally sleep through a world war in the comfort of my bed. Lying there awake trying to decide whether to ignore or investigate, sod it I’ll get up. Stark bullock naked I crept to my bedroom door and placed my ear against the wood, no sound. Slowly turning the door handle I gingerly opened the door to make my way into the living room. All in darkness, good so far, I can see the reflection of my plasma and my hi-fi equipment.

The Mummification of Subira

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Note: This story was initially written by Filador50 as a sequal to his outstanding story, “The Sentence”. In his own words, “There have been calls for a sequel to The Sentence-I had put some thought into a story, but could never seem to come up with a plot sufficient to meet my demanding standards. A story was partially composed and never finished.” He forwarded thetext to me, which I have expanded upon and completed.

Twenty Days - Part 2

Sun, 17 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Part Two

Eight days… The best I could do so far. Being wrapped such a tight mummification, unable to move for so many hours, and then having to endure it again for two hours during the day was just too much. I might be able to handle it better if I could see, or even roll around a bit more. So twice now I’ve made it to eight days, then gave in and added more scenarios. Resetting the program for another twenty days, but allowing me the chance to spend a full night in a less stringent position. The more I add to the interface the more random my nightly bondage becomes.

The Best Summer of My Life

Sun, 03 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000

One summer many years ago, I used to hang out in the parking lot of a local business once it had emptied after the workday. I was 18 years old, but I still had the playful spirit of someone ten years my junior, and I had nothing better to do. I know it seems weird, but I just liked to hang out in empty parking lots; I don’t know why. Technically, I was committing a crime—loitering—but I didn’t take that too seriously.

Meredith's Romance 3

Thu, 23 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part two

“I thought you said we were doing some suspension,” Meredith said, feigning disappointment.

Alan was once again at Meredith’s house playing bondage games with her. They both had plastic and suffocation fetishes, as well as many others. Alan was wrapping plastic around all her limbs seperately, rubbing her skin with his hands at the same time.

“Well maybe I’ll just suspend you while you’re all wrapped up if you’re so impatient,” Alan said, now wrapping between her legs and over her shoulders.

Twenty Days

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I’m not sure where to begin telling this story, so I’ll just jump right into it. I’m not much of a writer so you’ll have to excuse me.

For the past few months I’ve been a prisoner in my own home. Dad left me the building in his will. It’s worth a decent amount of money I suppose, but there isn’t much to see from the outside. It’s just a brick office building with three stories and so old it doesn’t have an elevator. The neighborhood is pretty quiet, a couple of tenements of about the same age, an abandoned church, some newer offices and one of those U-store-it places on the same block. I moved in when I started my business, prefering to be close to my work. Years ago someone had leased part of the basement for storage and they made Dad install a backup generator in a shed on the back of the building. It still worked, I had a guy service it every few months, some of my equipment needed to stay powered up, or bad things could happen.

Miko’s Mummification

Sat, 17 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Miko was an ordinary 19-year-old Japanese girl, except she had one secret, and that was that she loved mummification bondage. She would often get together with her sister, Makasaki, and spend entire nights wrapping each of them. But Miko had a very shocking surprise coming to her in this night’s session.

When Makasaki asked Miko if she wanted to start her session early, she agreed. They both went into the basement, where they usually did their sessions, and started to work. Makasaki wanted to use duct tape for this session.

Deep in the Forest

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000

‘I am disappointed in you, Paolo. Very disappointed.’

Paolo looked at his uncle without fear. He has seen grown men, strong men, shiver with fright facing Don Enrico, but not Paolo. He had been stupid of course. He should have made that drugs delivery last night as his uncle had told him to do; a delivery worth millions is not something to take lightly. Instead, he had become distracted by the blond bimbo, who had clung to him in the club. Like any hot blooded 21-year old Italian stud, he was easily distracted by his loins. His mind wandered over the events of the night before. How she had flirted with him on the dance floor, cupping his balls and leaving him in no doubt she was offering more. He had taken her back to his apartment, tied her to his bed and fucked her raw for so long that he couldn’t remember how often he had cum. In the beginning she had been more than willing, if slightly uneasy because of the bondage. He distinctly remembered how he had penetrated her every orifice with his manhood; a tool so big it could challenge a donkey’s. She had begged him not to when he had turned her over and lined up the big pole with her virgin arsehole, but he had just laughed and taken her roughly, ramming half his length into her with a single mighty push.

Stowaway

Tue, 12 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000

The night air felt good. There was a warm breeze blowing lazily. As I stood there with my eyes closed, I imagined myself on a remote beach in the Florida Keys. I was watching a beautiful sunset and hoping to catch the elusive green flash. Unfortunately, reality all too quickly intruded when the gas pump nozzle clunked off. I squeezed the handle a few more times to get the dollar amount up to a nice, round number. I pulled the nozzle out, put it back into the pump, and went inside to pay. It was one of those one stop gas, shop, eat, drink, and be merry convenience centers you find at the end of nearly every freeway exit ramp.

First Date

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest

She knew torture would be inevitable when she received her license to kill. So, she faithfully endured the intense mental and physical torment to prepare herself for the worse. But, even the long rigorous months of training could not prepare C.O.N.T.R.O.L. Agent 0038DD, Sheri Stonewall, for the devious torments of Dr. Emila Sinstra. Agent 0038DD lay naked with her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled wide apart. The leather cuffs, buckled tightly around her wrists and ankles, were bolted to the cherry wood floor. Her firm round ass lay atop of a 4-inch-thick stainless steel pressure plate.

Eat Your Veggies!

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Six months.

That was how long Samantha had been a resident at the Wensly household. Not as a guest, yet not even as a household worker. Her position here was a specialty… Samantha was the household slave. Not a position she had really wanted, mind you. Rather, it was the result of some rather unfortunate circumstances. Not being able to pay off some bills towards her boss, she had elected the route of becoming an indentured servant… but a few little contract changes and she essentially became the property of Mrs. Wensly, owner of the household.

The Island Part 2

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

The Island - Part Two

With small steps we enter the great room of the lodge, and the 18 bidders greet Madame L with great respect. She nods acceptance, but does not speak until she has tied off my leash to a ring on the auction block. After formally greeting each guest, she inspects the other slave units already on display.

Slave unit C is dressed in a shiny silver latex catsuit and privacy hood, which complement the shine on the heavy metal neck/wrists stock and matching ankle spreader she is wearing. Two vertical poles connect the ends of the neck stock with the ends of the ankle spreader, effectively enclosing her in a picture frame. A third vertical pole rises from the center of the ankle spreader into her crotch, discreetly covered for the time being by a red latex miniskirt.

Old Ruins can lead to Ruination

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

It was a dark and eerie night when Jan stumbled on the old church. Basked in moonlight from the full moon, the church showed it was in ruins. Parts of the roof had caved in and altogether, it sent a shiver through Jan’s spine. But now she had to investigate the church. Why had she never read about it before? Why was it never mentioned in the local guide books? More importantly, what happened to it? But for now, Jan was happy that she had taken her evening constitutional walk. She would come back in the morning. It was only that after a day of traveling by coach she was glad for a walk after dinner that she found the church.

Smart Duct Tape 6

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

Chapter 6: The Introduction of The Bondage Bots

Cindy Sue was taped up in a web made by the third machine, down in Lacey’s basement, while the rest of the group was Making plans.

Down in the basement at Lacey’s house: Beth asked Cindy Sue if she could join her in the web. Cindy Sue said it was fine with her, so Beth ran and jumped into the web near Cindy Sue and the web moved back and forth just like a real spider web. The third machine wrapped Beth up like Cindy Sue and then asked if they wanted their heads wrapped in tape or hooded? They both said they wanted to be able to talk the each other. Charles said they had to go now. The rest of the group went up stairs. Lacey got some of her sweat clothes for Mary Sue and Amy Sue to wear since they came wrapped only in duct tape. Charles had the two machines take out all of the units from Lacey’s van and put the second row seats back in the van. He then had them put 50 units back in the van to take to the adult store. Now that everyone that was going to the store had clothes on, they all got into the front and the two machines got into the back of the van and they left.

The Packing Game 2

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

Based on a story by The Packing Game Steff469, this is a possible part two.

Part Two

Janet & Alan had met up in the factory on Saturday, it was supposed to be for Janet to find out more about how the factory packs the goods it sends out but ended up as Janet becoming tightly encased in layers of plastic as tried out the wrapping machine. She had found herself highly aroused and experiencing the most wonderful orgasms at the hands of Alan. He’d found her bondage magazines laying on the coffee table in her home. He’d even brought along a couple of toys for them to play with, the vibrator for her and the ring gag for him, well his pleasure anyway.

If Things Could go this Way

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

This is the first story I ever wrote. Hope you like it, as much as I wish I could have lived it!

Let me start with a small history. I grew up in a very religious household, and knew by the time I was 14 or 15 that I was different. I knew I liked being in various bondage positions and knew that I liked men, and had a slightly feminine side. I had a friend that I met when I turned 15, she was 4 years older than me, and had graduated the year before. Our parents were friends and we got along as really good friends too. As I grew up, she and I could spend time together without there being any sexual tension, so it was inevitable that we got together and got married. It was expected of me to marry and since I was still hiding my true feelings, it felt right that I do as expected. My wife and I started going out and one night I proposed to her. We were married 6 months later. We had 3 kids, and my wife had 2 miscarriages as well. I tried, but never could get up enough courage to tell her of my ’need’ for bondage. I certainly couldn’t tell her about my orientation, although I thought she might guess at times, because we would sometimes go for 30-60 days without doing anything (always because of me – She wanted something almost daily). After 12 ½ years of marriage, and my career taking me to 3 different states during our marriage, our kids being constantly yanked out of schools, they have some behavioral problems, I couldn’t take it anymore! I was in a job, that for the first time, put me in close proximity with a bunch of guys, many of which were very well built and good looking. I had problems controlling erections and was having Anxiety Attacks, and couldn’t handle the feelings of being stuck. I had a Massive Anxiety Attack at work, and was sent by the Plant Physician to get further medical help and counseling. During this time I started looking more closely at things on the net, and learning more about my feelings. I started talking to people on the net and met a few as well. Ones that were into Bondage that is. I met someone going to college that was into Mummification, which I love, and met him a few times for mummification sessions. I also met someone whom I get along with fantastically. He’s older, but we both like a lot of the same things. He’s a top and I’m a natural bondage bottom. We look enough alike that people think we’re related. Brothers, Father-Son, cousin… You name it. He lived out of state though. I had since broke up with my wife, and he asked me to move down with him. I accepted, and really liked it. But soon, problems that my wife was having, and guilt on my part, I started having to drive 7 hrs each way at least weekly dealing with things here and where she was. Finally, on a trip back to my home, I snapped! I had a Massive Anxiety Attack on the highway, and I couldn’t deal with everything anymore. I spent 2 weeks trying to piece my life together and trying to deal with everything. I sent letters after the first week to both of them saying that I would be going back to my wife’s in 1 week to talk, and then I’d be going to my home to talk to my friend there. Hopefully I’d have some semblance of a life. When I got to my wife’s home, My friend was there too! They had got together, and seemed to like each other as friends, and were deeply concerned about me. They gave me an option that I thought of myself. So that the family could stay together, and me still be around, my whole family would move down too, and all of us stay in the house together. She would care for his elderly mother who also lived in the house, and we’d have some semblance of a normal life (As quirky as it could be with all of us together!) She had been told of my feelings (bondage, orientation, etc) and she was ok with it. It certainly made things easier! She got into putting me into various bondage positions and also bringing him into things too (Not sexually though). We had really started to get along as a big family. Things were ok, but I kept feeling trapped inside. So, I started to hint at things I’d like to progress into. Enforced Chastity, being kept in some form of bondage during the day, mannequin-ism, etc. One thing I had hinted at, but was quickly told she would have absolutely nothing to deal with was feminization. She said she married a man, and that’s all she wanted! So, I gave up on at least that point. So, as time progressed and conditions allowed I was made into different forms of bondage. Mummified for the day, sealed in rubber during the day, put in a leather sleepsack and locked into a coffin-sized box, and so on. As things progressed more, and I was spending longer and longer times in these positions. I was getting to be able to spend more and more time this way, and I was loving every minute of it. Once, I was wrapped totally in about 6 layers of saran wrap, only leaving a hose in my mouth to breathe through and then wrapped to a table and left for the day. I was loving it. Then one day, I was told I was going to be put into some long term confinement. I was given an enema, and had my legs, arms and chest shaved. Then I had a Texas Catheter put on and had a breathing tube installed in my mouth, nose and ears plugged and then put into a tight lycra catsuit, with the catheter hose pulled through the bottom at the ankle. I was then put into a tight thick 1 piece rubber catsuit style wetsuit. A tight thick latex hood with eyeholes was put on me, and then a molded heavy foam-rubber bodysuit was put on which was molded to look like a well built male mannequin, totally covering my entire body, including my face, with a small hidden hole for my breathing tube and lenses over my eyes. I could see out, but no one could see in. I couldn’t utter a sound I was so restricted! Couldn’t move, nothing! What a rush! I was then dressed in really nice clubbing clothes and carried up stairs to the Living Room, where I saw they installed a pedestal with attachments coming from the wall. A spot light shone down on it. I was moved into position and the attachments from the wall were hooked to me, ankles, waist, upper shoulders and hooked to the hat that was put on me. The attachments were well hidden and from the pictures I was shown, could not be seen. I couldn’t move or fall down that’s for sure. That’s when I was told that the kids would be home soon, and the whole family was going for a boat ride. I was left there as a mannequin the rest of the day, and I was able to get some sleep. The next day things went normally in the house with me still in the corner, my wife did come up to me, smile and reached down to the pedestal and unhooked the catheter bag and installed a new one in the pedestal for me. She brought over a bottle that had a special end on it that matched the hidden tube coming from my mouth and I sucked down a full quart of something like Gatorade. It tasted wonderful going down, and helped quench my thirst. I continued to be kept there for the rest of the day. That night, after the kids and his mother had gone to bed, (They had been told I had to go visit my parents for awhile) My wife and My friend came over and sat down in front of me. They informed me that he had to go to Indianapolis for a company meeting tomorrow and that my wife and the kids and his mother where going to my Brother-In-Laws while he was gone. They decided what to do with me. I found myself being carried back down stairs and stood against the wall. I had my clothes changed to a Football Uniform. I now had the kind of build for it in my Foam-Latex body suit. I had the Jock and cup put on, the pants with all the pads, the shoulder pads and jersey. Then the helmet. The catheter hose was pulled through the back of my sock. I was able to see myself in a mirror! I was in a very nice looking uniform from a local college. Apparently, they either purchased or borrowed one for a mannequin display. I have a football fetish, so this was like heaven! I was then led back upstairs, the catheter tube was reattached, and I was reattached to the wall. The only attachment points showing were at my ankles above the cleats. They were able to attach the helmet to the hat attachment. The rest were hidden by the uniform. I felt great! But, what about their leaving? I was locked into a display stand, in a form of bondage that was so restrictive that I couldn’t move anyway even if I wasn’t locked into something. What was going on? They then looked at me, and smiled and left to go to bed. I had a hard time going to sleep. I woke up to the sounds of the kids and my wife getting something to eat and taking things out to the van. After everyone was out, my wife came over, blew a kiss to me and walked out the door. Soon, my friend came out and told me that I was going to be hooked up to a machine that would occasionally give me 2 oz.s of Gatorade that has additional proteins and enzymes in it to keep me healthy. It would be attached to my breathing tube in a way that I could still breathe fine, but would be able to pour into my mouth at the required times. It was on a timer to let me sleep uninterrupted during the night. A radio would be left on, at low volume to keep me company, and that I should enjoy the next few days they were gone. I had a mannequin fetish, so I should be able to enjoy it. He hooked everything up, checked the times on the timer and made sure the machine had plenty of the liquid in it. He then walked back, got his bags, and left locking the door behind him. I was in heaven, but at the same time, I was scared to death. It was so hard spending that much time there in one position, and not being able to talk, move, etc. Finally on the 3rd day, I heard the phone ring and the answering machine kick on. It was my wife! She said that they decided to stay 2 more days and for him to make sure the ‘Object’ was cared for. Oh great! I hope he’s getting home soon. Later on I heard the answering machine pick up the phone and I heard a strange beep. The messages were playing! Someone was getting the messages remotely. After it was done, the phone rang again. It was him! He stated on the machine, knowing I could hear, that he was stuck for another day and half because of the weather. He couldn’t get a flight out, but there should be enough fluid for me until someone came home. Then he said “Have Fun… I know you are!” and he hung up. Oh Shit! I wanted out. This might be more fun if I had been worked up to this, but this was different than anything else I had been in since I had been on my feet for 5 days now. Several hours later, a friend that is also into the bondage scene and goes to college, and has come for some mutual bondage play with us, unlocked the door and came in. He saw me in the corner and came over. “How are you doing in there?” he asked. I was in no way able to answer him but wishing I could scream at the top of my lungs; ‘Get me out of here!’ He stated that Jim called him with the location of our extra key for lockout purposes and told to check on me. So he drove 5 hours to help! He said he was to change the catheter bag, and give me more of the fluid in the machine. He checked my airway and that I was ok. Then he said he was there for more too. My friend wanted him to check on me then, get into a bondage position himself tomorrow morning. He spent the day watching TV and talking to me. That night, he went to bed on the couch and fell asleep. The next morning, he woke up and checked up on me, then told me that he was to go down to the “dungeon” and lock the chastity belt on himself, put the hood with the inflatable gag and breathing tube on, then cuff his ankles and wrists to the chains attached to the wall, and wait for him to come home. He went down stairs and left me standing there, waiting. Then a couple of hours later, I heard a car pull up. It was him! I would be free soon. He came in, carried his stuff to his room, and came in and looked at the machine, said Hi to me, and that he’d get me tomorrow when my wife was home. I was in tears. I wanted out. I spent the night there. That morning he came in and checked on me. He disconnected the machine and put it away. Later that morning, I heard everyone come home. The guys came up and helped everyone in and get settled. They were all tired and went to there rooms to take a nap. The guys and my wife then unhooked me, and quickly took me downstairs and started taking me out of my strict bondage. It was slow going, and I was so sore, but I was helped into the shower and given a nice thorough shower. Afterwards, It felt so good being out, and I was so sore and stiff. But, I loved my time like that, even though I wasn’t used to it, and after giving everyone a hug, I had to ask, “When are we going to do that again?”

Nylon Web 3

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Nylon Web 3, Part I

Down in a deep subterranean cavern, the secret society of the Nylon Web thrived. Chronicled by others, this place is famous for its treatment of males: the punishments and dominion over men. The women of the Nylon Web all had a love for pantyhose and nylon that brought them together; they pursued new technology that would allow them to better use the fabric and maintained a society solely based on it. The rooms and surroundings were inevitably draped in the fabric. Women used it as often their only source of clothing. They also found it the perfect way to humiliate and control men. As their high-tech prowess allowed them to monitor the above world ever more closely, they found more and more men that would serve them well. In fact, when a man was willing to submit to the women and put up with their devilish ways and experiments, sometimes men could quite enjoy it there.

Red Casket

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

When a modern day trial is completed, one of two things happen. If the defendant has been found innocent, then he or she is free to go, walking out of the courthouse in the clothes they came in. If the defendant is found guilty however…then their ordeal in the justice system is just beginning. They are taken from the courtroom into the basement and changed into their new outfits…orange one piece jumpsuits, along with their new jewelry, so to speak. That of course, being handcuffs and leg irons.

Unwilling Model

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The BDSM Expo is raging, as it has been for already two days now.

We check in at the hotel on Tuesday and from Friday morning me and Carrie were lost in the aisles of the convention floor.

The BDSM Expo has plenty of thing to entertain us, you see. We did also a lot of purchases. I had so much fun watching Carrie squirming when I said that I absolutely had to get those hinged handcuffs, and that latex catsuit and also those latex panties.

The Care and Maintenance of Mummies

Tue, 07 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

PETFUN Mummy Quick sheet (developed with and approved by a qualified veterinarian)

Name: Mummy (human) Average size: Varies Life Span: When properly cared for, up to 50 years, depending on age of mummy when purchased.

Signs of a healthy Mummy:

*Does not flinch or struggle to get away when you touch or stroke him. *Tries to get close to you when you get close to it. *Does not cry, moan, scream, or weep. *Shows interest, either in eye movement (if unwrapped) or in trying to listen to what’s going on around it.

Rubber Mummy

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

Slave 343 started out as purely being a rubber slave to the hottest Rubber Master around. When slave 343 became His slave, it was a wonderful thing. Training proceeded quickly and slave 343 quickly adapted to the required duties and responsibilities. It has spent what seemed a lifetime sealed in a special rubber suit that never came off. The suit was a special design. It went from head to toe with a special butt plug that allowed for removal for fucking but when installed it had a hole for cleaning out. Also the cock and balls were tightly encased in rubber in one position with the balls forced down and the cock straight out from the body, so that even the ridges on the cock were noticeable at times yet no matter how horny the slave got, orgasms were very difficult to achieve. It allowed for the body to be cleaned via attached hoses without it coming out of the suit.

Transformation

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

Part One - Sent to the Institution

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

Olga

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

(OLGA) The End of Human Kind.

This story is fantasy and is in no way intended to be real.

Part- 1 Beginning of the End

In the never-ending human struggle to better ourselves, it would be our own creations that would ultimately destroy us.

A secret research lab lies under the vast Arizona desert where many of today’s technological marvels and electronics were born.

Natalie Harris a young 29-year female engineer with advanced degrees from MIT in robotics and artificial intelligence makes here way to her research lab in the early morning of 6:00 AM as she has done for the last three years for Zyco Corp.

Tomb Talk

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

When Solene found herself lying on a table, her body wrapped head to toe in bandages, and her eyes about to be wrapped over… that was when she really began to panic. Considering what was coming for her, it was to be expected. After all, being buried alive would be enough to ruin anyone’s day. For Solene, it was no different. To an observer, the question would no doubt be why she was being wrapped up head to toe in body wrappings similar to that of ancient Egyptian mummies.

Elaine 2

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

In Memoriam – Elaine H., 1949-1999

Part 2 – She Rescues Me Again

My girlfriend Elaine, as mentioned previously, is a morbidly obese slut, but she’s a kind, non-judgmental morbidly obese slut who tolerates my self-bondage fetish. She doesn’t really enjoy bondage or self-bondage herself, but she appreciates that I do and plays my games just because she’s my friend and she enjoys playing games with me - and if they happen to be sexual games, so much the better, because she’s a slut. Because of the way she plays along with my kinks, I use her as an ‘escape mechanism’ for inescapable self-bondage; I don’t have to worry about complex timers and the like to eventually free myself. I don’t ‘use her’ in a degrading sense- we always end up having a lot of fun and great sex. Elaine also packs a huge pair of tits (somewhere in the four-foot range, big even for a fat girl), a colossal ass, and has a delightful way of completely losing her inhibitions about her body not being ‘model perfect’.

One Stiff Wrap 2

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

Morning came and Jim awoke with a raging hard on. But that could wait for a bit. First to make sure Jerry was OK after a night of immobile encasement. First he started unwrapping each blanket one at a time. When each blanket came off he would take the time of folding it up and putting it onto a pile on the floor.

Jerry did not sleep as well as Jim had for it had been a warm night with a frustrating forced immobility. Now he could begin to relax as he could feel Jim begin to unwrap him. When the last blanket that was wrapped around his body was removed he could feel the nice cool air and it felt great. Then Jim began untying the straps holding the blankets on his left arm. Then Jim began unwrapping the blanket around his left arm. Next Jim folded that blanket and put the rod away. Jerry still couldn’t go anywhere because his legs where still wrapped and immobilized.

Forbidden Pleasures

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Helen

I had been preparing for the right victim for my pleasure for many months and I had finally made my choice of victims. I had been studying several girls very carefully at the local gym to find a girl who would meet my requirements of stamina, flexibility and a love of multiple layers of tight fitting clothing.

The first girl I looked at was Helen. Helen is a statuesque girl 21 year old 5’9”, blond waist long hair, trim body 34/24/32 figure, she works out every Thursday at the local gym where I noticed that she always wore red ballet tights under black leggings with a black long sleeve leotard and red crop top and red tight shorts over them. She works at a fetish shop down town which I went to once, when I went to the store to purchase a full body catsuit with two openings for the eyes and a very ridged mouth piece which forced the mouth open and acted very efficiently as a gag, it also had two built in hollow sleeves suitable for vibrators, when I purchased this, Helen looked at the suit with interest but at me with the look that said (another weirdo), but was very pleasant.

Girl Next Door

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I’m finally sending my story, which is also a true story that actually happened to me when I was seventeen years old, I hope you enjoy it and are able to post it after reviewing it. This story is also most likely why I love Bondage so much especially Mummification Bondage.

It all starts with this fifteen year old girl, Who’s name was Lynn moved next door to me when I was about ten years old, Wow I was in Heaven she was the talk of the neighborhood, All the teenagers were trying to go out with her but of course I was way too young. As my parents got to know her they would occasionally ask her to watch me which to me this was great, we watched movies and joked around about everything. As we grew up together and she continued to watch me through the years until I was able to watch myself we became very close. When I became fourteen I was basically trusted by my Parents to watch myself, but they would ask Lynn to check on me occasionally anyway, which was still ok with me considering she was now nineteen and was gorgeous in every way possible.

Halloween Trick

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

This all came about when me and my Wife Donna realized we were arguing over a stupid subject, Sex. I know she had many thoughts going on all at the same time, Job, as for the Job for now she’s now working at a Travel Agency part time, but it’s kind of cool because she gets all kinds of deals. Other problems are Money and most important Health, and I’m sure there’s other thing if I were to press the issue. When we talk it seems like everything’s okay then it blows over for a while. Then just when things get on roll something always comes up.

Plaster Boy

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

It was a horrible wet Sunday morning. Rain pelted against the windows of our apartment bedroom and the clouds promised that snow was not far away. I snuggled deep down in the bedclothes and moved closer to my beautiful Mistress for warmth.

‘Miserable weather! What will we do today?’ I asked.

My Mistress rolled over and looked at me with those deep brown eyes I loved so much. She smiled and said, ‘Well there is no risk of you overheating today, how about we give my idea a run?’

The Mass

Fri, 18 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The wriggling mass of tape lay in the corner of the factory with now and then soft moans coming from either end of it. Nobody who saw it or heard it took any notice of the wriggling bundle that occasionally rolled over and continued on its way around the factory. It was because of them, the bundle was now doing its own thing.

Now and then, it would roll over into one of the women working at the factory. She would kick if about three quarters of the way along and it would scream out and roll over again!

My Mummification Fate

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

I had told my Mistress of my love for mummification on many times, and was treated to it only occasionally. I had met with friends at different times and we got together mummifying each other. Sometimes in cloth, sometimes in Saran Wrap and Duct tape, sometimes in plaster, and other times we’d do it in a mix of them.

My Mistress (who is also my wife) had told me she no longer wanted me to do this with other people. I agreed but, the craving became too much, and I began meeting them secretly. One day I was having fun mummifying, and being mummified and lost track of time. I ran home to find her upset with me not being there when I was supposed to be. I was grilled constantly for a couple of hours until I finally admitted what I had been doing.

My New Home

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

I traveled to visit a good friend that loves bondage too. His parents are elderly and he had recently put his father in a nursing home. Now that he was taken care of professionally instead of by my friend, he had a lot more time on his hands. I love to be mummified and he loves to top me and enjoys mummification too! So, while his mom was out one day, I showed up (so she wouldn’t know I was there and ask him where I was all the time) and I was summarily stripped and heavily mummified. (Several layers of saran and then shrink wrap, covered by a couple overlapping layers of duct tape, head to toe with just a mouth tube, piss tube and nostril tubes sticking out) “Time to get you put away before Mom comes home.” And I am lifted and placed in a large garment bag with a piss bag connected to that tube, and placed up on a high shelf in the hall closet, with the mouth and nose tubes sticking out appropriate holes. Soon after that, I hear his mother come in and dealt with things as usual, not knowing there was a man mummified and on one of her closet shelves! The day progressed and that evening, I was pulled down and taken down into the basement where I was taken out of the garment bag, teased and jerked off, and then placed in a large pickup truck tool box that was in the basement somewhere. It already had pillows and blankets in it, I was given a small bottle of Gatorade, and once done, told goodnight and the lid shut. I laid there taking in how great everything felt so far and drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I was taken out of the toolbox and carried up stairs. I was told his mother was still asleep, was again given a Gatorade, then a nice cup of coffee (I love coffee in the morning), my piss bag was changed and then I was placed into a large trunk in the living room, with my knees pulled up slightly and my head down, hard to do wrapped as I was, and my piss bag placed next to me and my breathing tubes connected to a couple attachments that connected to outside air, then I had a false bottom type cover placed in over me, and then a lot of stuff to fill the trunk. I was told he was leaving me there most of the day as he had a lot of errands to run and was also taking his mom a few places later on as well. I was there for hours and hours, beginning to get cramped up actually when I heard his voice. He was telling his mother that his father had just taken a turn for the worse at the Nursing Home and that they had to go there right away. I heard some movement and then a door slamming. An unknown time later he came in, waking me up as he took me out of the trunk, apologizing for leaving me so long, but he only had a few minutes available. So he carried me out into the garage, given more Gatorade and 2 Protein shakes and changing the piss bag again. I was then placed in a long bag, similar to a large tent bag, and then hoisted up to the attic and left hanging there. I was told he would leave me there for the rest of the day and if any family members did show up from out of town, I wouldn’t be found in the house. After an unknown time hanging there in the bag, I heard the garage door open up and voices. “We need to clean out this garage for them. There is a lot of junk in here!” and you could hear a lot of things being moved around and different voices talking to each other. I was afraid of being discovered! All of a sudden I heard my friends voice asking what was going on, it was explained and he told them not to worry, he’d take care of it all later, he was going to go through all the boxes and sort it all out and soon the voices diminished and then a door shut. Later I was taken down, given more Protein shakes and water, jerked off, asked if I was okay (1 grunt for yes, 2 for no) Of course I did 1!

Smart Duct Tape 3

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

As we left off, Officer Lacey has taken the modified device home, and woke up to find herself trapped in her home, defenseless, facing a maniacal machine….

Lacey continued inspecting her house as carefully as possible. She had no idea that the machine had set her house up in such a way to redirect and slow her down for her eventual capture.

She was starting to get very nervous, seeing her house made up like some kind of Duct Tape nightmare. She tried to find her phone but could not find it, so she tried to back track, and was able to see into another room, and all that was on the desk where her other phone was, was a large pile of Duct Tape!

Goodbye AnnaDol

Sun, 06 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I sit in my little cage, in the living room, looking out at the packing crate. I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me? Did I fail him? All those long years since he bought me, since he opened the crate I came in, and powered me, booted me, gave me my name. And now…

She smiles at me, the woman. Celia.

She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage.

Skirt Mummy 3

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Note to the author: I don’t have part two of this story.

It’s been a few months, since I returned from our holiday, where I was left for ages completely mummified. I have forgiven Kristy, who has now moved in with a new boyfriend.

My new partner Dave still loves me to wear tight skirts, tighter the better, at home I have made a hobble skirt out of a pair of his jeans, they are so tight I only can move 4 inches at one time, and there is still a ban on trousers in the house. When Dave comes home from work, he changes in the garage into his favourite skirt, a taken in below the knee stretch denim skirt he lives in it.

Virtual Bondage 2 Egyptian Queen

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Suggested prerequisite: Virtual Bondage Part One

Chapter two: “Egyptian Queen”

Cindy did not feel like herself. Something was wrong but she did not know what it was. It was dark first of all, and completely silent. What is going on? Secondly she noticed the temperature. She could feel her body and the air felt arid and dry. The air temperature had to be close to 100 degrees. She could only think of maybe two times in her 25 years that it had even gotten close to 100 in rural Ohio. And, when it did it was not dry and arid. Usually wet and thunderstorms.

Remember - He Knows!

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Miranda sat at her computer, scanning the data on machine performance and looking for the tell-tale signs of impending issues. After a long day of programming, database maintenance, and control system recalibration, she always performed this check to help identify the machines that might break down in the next day or two. If she found anything, she’d schedule preventative maintenance to avoid the issue.

“Preventative maintenance,” she thought to herself. “I could use some of that.”

The Tomb

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

July 2000, Brandi and her team of archeologists finished packing the artifacts that were found in a tomb located in Egypt. Brandi took one last look at a peculiar key that she had found on there first day exploring. The key was very strong and clean but also very old. The head of the key was rounded and had an inscription on it that looked like a table. Brandi placed the in the final crate to be shipped back to the university in the states. Brandi sealed the crate and loaded it on the plane. Brandi and her team returned to camp as the plane was taking off to the USA. Brandi and her team returned to camp and ate dinner and went to bed.

One Off

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I have been married to my wife Margaret for about eighteen years now and my wife and I have, on occasion, indulged in a little light bondage. I love it but alas, my wife does not get as much from it as I do. I of ten engage in self bondage involving wrapping myself in cling film but my wife does not approve which made this incident all the better.

Payback

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

This is a bit of a fantasy story with a little twist to the ending. It involves my favorite characters, Bob and Becky.

Bob and Becky were up late one night working diligently on the computer. They had been pushing hard to put the finishing touches on a few stories for Grommet’s website. The stories were all mummification related, their favorite subject and pastime. They had run into a stumbling block on a two-part story where Bob had ended up mummified after he lost a bet to Becky.

Plastic Fun

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Bob was on his way home from work, a hard day it was with his feet killing him. He just missed the green light and had to make a quick stop, so he slammed on the brakes. Sitting there all frustrated and hot, he glances over and notices a big car pull up next to him, he glances inside and Bob spy’s three young beautiful looking women, and all three happen to be staring at him smiling. This of course cheers Bob up quickly. The driver he notices licks her lips while staring at him seductively, right there Bob begins to feel his hardness in his pants swell. So the light turns green and Bob feels that was what he needed to cheer him up, in was otherwise a real shitty day.

Remember - He Knows!

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

“Preventative maintenance,” she thought to herself. “I could use some of that.”

Sara Kidnapped

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Treasures of Antiquity

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The great pillars of black rock jutting up from the desert resembled a long-abandoned city or some sort of Stonehenge-like monument. Although not believed to be anything other than naturally occurring formations caused by the eroding forces of wind and sand, the circle of giant rocks - called simply enough the Ring of Stones - looked foreboding and eerily manmade.

“This is it, Ms. Davies,” said Inspector Alhazred, tapping the windshield of the Jeep with his finger. “This is where your friends were last seen.”

Vicky’s Mistake

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Vicky and I had been together for nine or ten months and we shared an interest in tight, inescapable bondage. As we both enjoyed being bound we had agreed set days as gaoler and prisoner. Vicky had been introduced to bondage by a previous boyfriend and had only ever been the helpless prisoner. I had to teach her how to cinch ropes and tie knots, so we used a lot of leather restraints and handcuffs. I had been practicing self bondage for years and had built up quite a collection of bondage gear and gags. Vicky jealously guarded ‘her’ days, and would not tie me on those days no matter how hard I pleaded. I on the other hand was delighted to truss her up while I took breaks on ‘my’ days. As Vicky worked she needed to keep up with the ‘soaps’ to maintain the office chit chat, so I often chair tied her in front of the TV with a posture collar and headphones to ensure she paid attention. This let me sneak off for short solo sessions without her knowing (or so I thought).

Could be the Start of one of those Days

Sat, 23 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I for some reason have been into bondage in one form or another for most of my life, when I was a child and we used to play cowboys and Indians, I was always the one who was tied up as the prisoner. I got so good at escaping it became a sort of contest to see if any one could tie me up to see if I could not escape, and for some reason as I grew older I did not grow out of it but grew into it in a strange sort of way.

Skirt Mummy

Sat, 18 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I have just found this site and I want to tell you about my life.

It all started 30 years ago when I was 15, I was quite boring, a tom boy, always hanging out with the boys. I was the only girl at school who wore trousers, I never wanted to be a girl, I dressed and acted like a boy.

This went on till I left school; I then noticed that to get on in life I needed to change. Firstly I lost a lot of weight and grew my hair. But the biggest change was when one day I put both feet into one leg of my track suit trousers, it felt nice, I pulled it up to my knees, it was very tight and I stayed like this all night.

The Race

Sat, 18 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Joanne and eleven of her friends were having a “girlie” weekend at Summerbay holiday camp. They arrived early on Friday afternoon and soon got settled in their rooms.

Joanne was up for anything. Her friends warned her that one day her fun loving would lead to her getting into big trouble. But this weekend was for fun. She was young and was going to lead life to the full. Her friends would be dragged along whether they liked it or not. They all went to the bar and got very merry.

The Party

Fri, 17 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One – “Rise and Shine, Time to get Ready.”

Anette entered her Lady’s bedroom carrying a large tray in her hands. The darkness smelled heavily of leather and sweat, the air sultry with the tawdry aroma. Aside from light spilling through the just opened door the room was black as pitch and the only sounds were muffled moans and the creak of leather restraints.

“Time to get up Miss.” She smiled, setting the tray on the nearby vanity table. “Can’t have you loafing about all day. We have calls to make, a fitting and of course the gala is tonight.” Anette crossed the darkened room with the skill of long practice. She knew from habit exactly where everything was. The heavy velvet curtains drew back at the touch of a button, the warm daylight flooding the room. The healthy glow illuminated a scene of debauchery and twisted masochism. Jenka’s form lay stretched on her own bed, arms and legs encased in latex sheaths secured with tight leather cuffs. Gleaming, immaculately polished chrome chains secured the wrist, ankle and knee cuffs to heavy rings embedded in the steel frame of the bed.

Miss Johnson's Initiation 3

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

3: Enjoying the View

David winked at me across the staff room the morning after my lesson with Jane and Sarah. I must have looked a picture, bouncing into the room as if I was full of the joys of spring! He knew… He knew exactly what had gone on the night before, and the grin he shot in my direction told me that he knew exactly what was going to happen next week too!

Miss Johnson's Initiation 4

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

4: Solitaire

Ok. I admit it: “Hello, my name’s Laura Johnson and I am addicted to mummification.”

I came to my epiphany when it became blatantly clear that my weekly lessons with the MEC just weren’t enough. My last thoughts as I fell asleep were of being wrapped up. Totally innocent words in books and on the TV would put images into my head.

It was time to take matters into my own hands, as it were. I spent hours on the Internet searching for how I could satiate my needs. I built up quite a shopping list, and made arrangements so that there was no way in the world that I could be disturbed – until I wanted to be! I knew that I wouldn’t be able to wrap myself fully, that would take some practice!

Mummy Skirt

Fri, 27 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Here is a true story of what happened last week end, call it Mummy Skirt

My partner is a lovely lady, 5ft slim and blond, one of the things that she loves is being trapped, she has never in her life worn a pair of trousers, only skirts, since I have known her. She loves to wear very tight, knee length skirts to the extent that she has trouble stepping up a curb, but I find this cool.

Taking Turns

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Based on an idea from Hypercat.

“Don’t you remember? I told you only last week.”

Justin’s brain floundered. He was turned on by Brianna’s dazzling smile, her hard shapely body, and revealing clothes. His penis was struggling unsuccessfully to rise. He was so incredibly frustrated he found it almost impossible to find suitable words. “No, I’m sorry it must have slipped my mind.”

“You know, Water.”

“What about water?” Justin tied to concentrate on Brianna’s face and not look at her hard nipples showing prominently through her thin top. No wonder Kevin had chatted her up, she was absolutely gorgeous. He must have been successful, she seemed eager to talk to him, to get him to do something. If only he could figure it out.

The Spoiled Boy

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000

She sat there, her legs crossed and hands planted firmly in her lap. To anyone casually observing her they might think her no different then any other woman dressed with a bit of pirate flair. Such dress wasn’t uncommon these days. Especially for those in her scene and of her demeanor.

There was however a storm brewing. She knew well the maelstrom brewing inside her thoughts, what she did not know however was how deep into the pit she was about to descend.

The Sex Mummy

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000

The three girls slowly approached the mummy. It was lying on its back on a table with its ankles locked in metal stocks. It was completely wrapped in white bandages except for a dark object sticking straight up.

“Wow, is that a real penis?” the blonde asked.

“Try it and see,” replied Candy.

The blonde grasped the latex-covered penis, and the mummy moaned in response. She rubbed her hand up and down and the mummy arched it’s back and raised it’s pelvis.

Just Another Day at Work

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Adapted from an original idea by Pablo

***

There was an ear piercing scream as the woman ran through the snow, her legs pumping hard as the giant creature reached down. With one might grab of it’s gigantic claws, it took her in its scaly hand and lifted her clean off the ground. Fighting with all her might, the woman attacked the hand that held her, but alas, to no avail.

Just Another Day at Work 2

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one

Part Two

Inside the shipping crate and within her animal carrier, Julia was doing her best not to panic. But considering how she was blind, wrapped up and helpless, managing to avoid panicking was a very difficult task indeed.

Knowing that it was useless to struggle, she didn’t even try, though her every instinct was telling her to do so. “Okay, calm down. Calm down.” She thought. “You can figure this out. You can get out of here okay. The most important thing right now is to keep your cool and not panic.”

Sleepsack Punishment

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000

This account is true. The names have been omitted to protect the guilty. The night before, I had made fun of a television program he was watching. This evening I was told I would be kept out of the way and punished by being laced up in the leather sleepsack instead of watching television. If I couldn’t say something nice, I wouldn’t get to watch TV at all! I was in the mood for a couple of hours of heavy bondage, so I went along with it. Little did I know how much the punishment would exceed the crime. It was about 9:30 p.m. when we went down to the cell - a small storage room off the furnace room in the cellar. I’ve installed cushioned flooring and extended it partway up the concrete walls. The door is heavy wood planks, and there’s only one small window, up by the ceiling and glazed with frosted glass. I was wearing only tight leather chaps and a leather cockring. I took the sleepsack down from its hanger and laid it out on the floor. The sack is all leather, with a leather lining and an attached hood. I was also to wear a second hood inside the sleepsack’s hood to reinforce the sense of confinement. I sat down in the spread-out sleepsack and inserted my feet into the bottom of the bag.

Miss Johnson's Initiation

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

As I walked away from the Halloween display, my mind was full of intriguing thoughts… What would it feel like to be wrapped up like that?? Totally encased like a mummy, not able to move, not able to see…

I must admit that as well as the feelings of intrigue, my heart was racing - was I really getting excited by the thought of being so helpless at someone else’s mercy?

Miss Johnson's Initiation 2

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two - Learning By Invitation

After the school open day, things went quiet for a while. I felt deflated, like something I wanted for so long had happened, and I had nothing to look forward to anymore.

Then the invitation arrived.

The plain red envelope was sitting on my doormat when I got home from school, standing out from the bills and junk mail.

Inside the envelope was a single piece of black card,

The Letter

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 00:00:00 +0000

You walk into the hardware store – that great cavern of delights, where so many seemingly innocent every day items have for you that second, darker, more exciting use. You told your partner that you were “going to get that mirror” you had been meaning to buy for the last – well long time. But it’s an excuse. He knows it, you know it, its all part of the elaborate ritual that has developed over the time between you. Oh, don’t get us wrong – there is no secrets between you, none but the deepest and darkest fantasies not shared and explored – and played with. But this one has only been flirted with, teased gently into the light, toyed with, and then put away again – too deep, too intense – too scary. Too selfish But the moment you smile at the attendant at the door you know where you are going to be led, the tightening knot of excitement in your stomach, the warmth gathering in your loins is going to lead you to that special isle as surely as honey attracts a bee. And you will be stuck there. You walk to that isle, sure in your mind that every single person that you pass can see straight into your mind, can discern what you want to do with those seemingly innocent items stacked there on the shelf. Uses you only half want to acknowledge yourself, uses that you have to acknowledge. Because they make you so hot just imagining them being used on you. You stare at the shelf, lost in, thought? No, lost in a blankness, transfixed by the piles of tape in front of you, the piles of “painting supplies”. Painting is furthermost from your mind. Brown packaging tape shiny, thin, non stretch, and smelling so …. Rolls of cloth duct tape, the tuff stuff, thick, heavy, sticky, in escape able….. And the Insulating tape – dark, dark, black as night, so shiny, so smooth, so….. Seductive Every time you come into this store you pass down this isle – stare at the rolls, and dream , and wish, and then dismiss from your mind. For a start they are soooooooooo expensive, and the budget is tight. And he was only half joking when… “ if you bought home that much tape I’d be forced to use it all, all at once young lady!” But now you have the money – the windfall burning in your pocket. And the fantasy burns so bright “ if I bought home that much tape –I could get him to*…**”* No, you don’t want to confront that yet, yet the excitement that makes your very limbs ache tells you that if you reach out to those piles now , if you actually purchase the instruments of your deepest dark –IT WOULD HAPPEN. He loved you enough to ensure that. And it was why you loved him –because you know he knows you. And maybe, he wants it too. Do you feel guilty as you sweep the rolls, and rolls of tape into the large plastic shopping basket, the basket getting heavier and heavier. Do you have second thoughts as the money –money that could be used so much more usefully gets handed across. No, you only feel a mind filling euphoria, you are going to do it, really do it. You almost wish the young girl at the checkout could guess what the tape is for , so that you can boast – I dare, I dare to do what my logic screams not to. You race home, prizes rolling gleefully about in the boot, soon it will happen. Lust has no logic Maybe you should think about this , before you take the plunge. But you don’t think this, you are born this. Age 5, wrapping yourself into a tight sausage in your bed sheets. Age 11, while the rest of the kids taped each others pencil cases into masses of sticky tape –you let them tape your fingers and hands. Age 17, and that 1st DVD – curse of the mummies tomb. And then he came along… No, no need to analyse, just a crushing need to do it. He smiles that wicked grin as you enter the room –your play room. He is aware as you of those betraying nipples, pointy and hard, of your scent, of your excitement. “As we agreed?” “As we agreed –no going back” You slide into the white disposable overalls, the cotton feel light and soft on your skin. The zip is loud in the silence, competing with your hard breathing. The suit looks totally out of place, dumpy, ill fitting. But you know that the tape sticks too it with an unforgiving grip, the cotton absorbs sweat, and it allows no sliding of the arms at all. No going back means no going back A few, impatient moments, as he fiddles with the packaging tape dispenser. You stare transfixed again at the instrument of your imprisonment –how can something so slim, so thin hold you so well? It begins. You lift your arms –and strips are applied around the wrists. You drop them , and the tape attaches the wrists to your hips. He is busy now, work man like, wrapping a parcel, maybe for postage, maybe for storage. It does not matter, he will be very, very thorough. You have played this game before –but not too deep, not as deep as this. You both know what to do. The tape is applied just above the breasts, and you begin to turn on the spot, the tape firmly descending down the body as you provide the resistance to pull it off the roll. You are the instrument of your own capture. Your breasts feel strange, compressed, flattened as the tape descends, further down, further down. Submission frequently means actually in control You occasionally stop, its hard not to get giddy. Strange how much you actually control this surrendering of control. Its an illusion. The moment you said “no going back” you were lost. Were found. Isn’t this what its really about? Finding yourself?

The Letter

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Day Dreaming

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 00:00:00 +0000

The trouble with day dreaming is it becomes a sort of way of life, and not only a way of life it starts to take over all your spare time. Recently I decided I would go to a part time college class to learn woodwork. OK I can hear you saying that’s not very lady like, well I do have odd jobs around my house and usually end up having to get a man in to fix them, Then after watching him I decide I could have done that, and anyway my landlord Len is the wood work teacher at the college and is always encouraging her to pop along.

Smart Duct tape: The Professor

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl

***

Friday

7:00 PM

Professor Purvis sat at his study, reviewing the last forms for the day. He had to make sure all the copyright forms were set in place, that all the technical schematics were in order, and that the contract with International Sex Co. was all set.

He smiled. Right now, everything was going so well. By the end of the year, he was going to be a rich man. A very rich man indeed.

Smart Duct Tape: The Professor

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl

***

Friday

7:00 PM

He smiled. Right now, everything was going so well. By the end of the year, he was going to be a rich man. A very rich man indeed.

Smart Duct tape: The robot

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl

***

The New Mexico desert

Friday

9:00 PM

There was little to keep the driver of the semi truck occupied as he drove through the dark night, carrying his cargo to their final destination, a medium size town stuck out in the middle of nowhere.

He had been driving for a week now, and his curiosity was getting to him. Just what was in those boxes in the back? His employer’s hadn’t told him. “Take it here,” was all they said, “And no questions asked.”

Smart Duct Tape: The Robot

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl

***

The New Mexico desert

Friday

9:00 PM

Smart Duct tape: The Soldier

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl

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Sunday

10:00 PM

“All right, all right! Look sharp men! We arrive in ten minutes!”

The APC rolled through the dark desert night, en route to the small town of Gidson. Inside, the group of National Guard troops checked and double checked their weapons and gear, making themselves ready for combat at a moments notice.

There was talking as well. The men were abuzz with ideas about what was happening. The official briefing said that there had been an unidentified emergency radioed in from the town the night before. Since then all, all contact to the town had stopped.

Smart Duct Tape: The Soldier

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl

***

Sunday

10:00 PM

“All right, all right! Look sharp men! We arrive in ten minutes!”

Three Strikes 2

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Please read the first story before reading this sequal

***

“Come on Joe, get that net up!”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you!” The winch on the old fishing boat groaned and creaked as it was turned to full speed. Smoke began to belch as it continued hauling in the large net that was dragging in the ocean far below.

“I’m not sure the winch can take it!”

The captain was not daunted. “It’ll take it! Just relax already!”

Fantasies Fulfilled

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

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.

One Stiff Wrap

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Once he came into the bedroom he was shocked to the bed covered in several layers of soft wool blankets. Arranged on the floor along the walls were several piles of blankets in one pile was velux blankets, in another pile were fleece blankets and yet in another were thermal cotton blankets. Jerry’s partner was standing in the room wearing a pair of grey fleece sweat pants and a grey fleece hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled up and a pair of aviator sunglasses.

The Just Punishment

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Mary Brown stood there naked thinking of how she had got into this position. She was a hard working girl from a middle class family who had decided to go to college. All the other girls were from rather richer families than her and they did not have to work to pay their way. Not like Mary who had to work all the hours she could to repay the student loan. Mary did not have any friends. She was not that popular with the boys who she thought would hang around anything in a skirt.

The Midnight Slave

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

It was 11:30pm and Kate was getting very tired. She had been alone in the office for 3 hours now, she had regretted taking the day off yesterday when she was “ill” Her boss, Mr Adams had been very angry and insisted that she stayed in all night, until she had finished all yesterdays paperwork.

Kate had never seen Mr Adams so bossy and he seemed so eager to get her to stay late, he even insisted she cancelled her dinner plans with her boyfriend. She could not work out why he had been so forceful as he was always very nice to her.

Who Knew?

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Who knew? (alternate version)

Who knew that such a trivial offense would earn you this, one of the worst, most horrible types of punishment imaginable?

Who knew that doing something so small, so utterly small and insignificant could earn you the wrath of your master?

Who knew indeed?

Those were the thoughts that raced through your head that day as you sat in your cell, the door shut and locked, with those handcuffs locked around your wrists. Earlier in life those cuffs were a source of pleasure, of fun and excitement. Now they were grim restraints.

Who Knew?

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Who knew? (alternate version)

Who knew that such a trivial offense would earn you this, one of the worst, most horrible types of punishment imaginable?

Who knew that doing something so small, so utterly small and insignificant could earn you the wrath of your master?

Who knew indeed?

Who Knew?

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Who knew that such a trivial offense would earn you this, the worst, most horrible type of punishment imaginable?

Who knew that doing something so small, so utterly small and insignificant could earn you the wrath of your master?

Who knew indeed?

Who Knew? (Alternate Version)

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Who knew that such a trivial offense would earn you this, one of the worst, most horrible types of punishment imaginable?

Who knew that doing something so small, so utterly small and insignificant could earn you the wrath of your master?

Who knew indeed?

Fantasies Fulfilled

Tue, 30 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

The Party

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

The race was on to find Steve. They had put him somewhere and forgotten where they put him. They had to find him before something terrible happened to him! Everyone was driving flat out in their cars to find him.

The party started well enough, like all parties. Music lots of drinks and food and plenty of dancing going on.

Everyone was happy. They had always had a pleasant evening at these parties. They each took it in turn to hold the parties. This time it was Steve Collins turn to hold the party. He had always been good for a laugh. So had everybody else. He loved fancy dress parties. His favourite was the vicars and tarts and the schooldays themes.

The Party

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

The party started well enough, like all parties. Music lots of drinks and food and plenty of dancing going on.

The Party

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

(Also appears in Buried stories section)

The party started well enough, like all parties. Music lots of drinks and food and plenty of dancing going on.

Mistress's Mummy

Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I knew I was in trouble with the Mistress this morning when all I got for breakfast was one liquid drink and a bad look on her face. Within ten minutes I had bad pains down below and an urgent need for the bathroom. I had been given a system washout drink. Then came the enema to really clean me out.

‘Prepare yourself for some serious mummification time’ was all the Mistress said to me a short time later. I was tied to a metal frame, spread eagle fashion and then the mistress started to trim all my body hairs to a stubble. Next she covered me from the top of my head to my toes with a cream which she took great pleasure in not only applying, but making sure it was well rubbed in at the top of my legs, teasing my cock and balls as she wished. Then came the hosepipe to wash me down completely, not a hair left on my body anywhere, not even my eyebrows. I must be clean inside and out.

Mummy Lives

Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant

Nancy Leigh shuffled her sneakers on the sidewalk as she moved slowly down the street, ignoring the obvious looks from the male students hurrying to a late class. (She also ignored the jealous glares of the other coeds.) The old Mansfield Mansion was ahead on the left. She passed it two or three times a day, but she never paid it more than a glance. She never had to. The place was only a big old spooky house.

My Final Resting Place

Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza, who gave me the inspiration and drive to write this story, especially the likes of Jenny and Toran

It all started 3 years ago, when a group of us met up, and decided to start a game, a sex game of warped proportions between our group. Each round was 6 months long, and usually involved a modification of some sort, and recently the stakes had been getting higher. My name was pulled out of the hat. My head started to spin. My partner started to think, as the cogs in her head started to turn. At that point, I knew mine was going to top it all.

My Final Resting Place

Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza, who gave me the inspiration and drive to write this story, especially the likes of Jenny and Toran

My Final Resting Place

Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza, who gave me the inspiration and drive to write this story, especially the likes of Jenny and Toran

The Letter

Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant

You walk into the hardware store

that great cavern of delights, where so many seemingly innocent every day items have for you that second, darker, more exciting use.

You told your partner that you were “going to get that mirror” you had been meaning to buy for the last -well long time. But it’s an excuse. He knows it, you know it, its all part of the elaborate ritual that has developed over the time between you.

The Tomb Explorer

Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant

Inspired by a drawing by BlackKalima

The time is during the 1910’s. The place is Egypt at the Valley of the Kings . Although having been discovered a few decades earlier, there were still regular trips to the area to try and find something new. One such group is currently onsite at a dig at what they believe to be a new tomb. Professor Emetrius Gymball is in charge, and with him are twenty students from his college who are earning extra credit during this trip. One of those students is a woman. She is just as bright as the rest of the students and just as excited to be on this trip as anyone else, maybe even more so as she is truly fascinated by the subject matter at hand. Her name is Sheila. Sheila is about 5 feet 11 inches tall, and weighs around one hundred and forty pounds. She has a fair Caucasian complexion, brown eyes, and reddish-orange hair that she keeps cut short. She would be considered relatively attractive by the standards of the day. And Sheila is very frustrated.

Imported from the USA

Sun, 19 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 of 2 Another day, another dull routine at work. Though working at the international sex slave factory was definitely an uncommon career, it could get a little dull at times, and for poor Albert, this was one of those times. Albert was the man who supervised the shipping area of the factory. It was his task to oversee the safe packing and shipping of slaves who were to be sent to their owners all over the world. Today had seen a large shipment of mummies to be shipped off. Punching his time clock in, Albert picked up his hard hat and overalls. He picked up the clipboard and looked at the printout. Fifty hand-wrapped mummies, sixteen body bag mummies, twelve straightjackets and six mail bags. The pleasant chime sounded, and it was off to the floor. “Morning Albert!” A voice called out. “Morning Tim. Looks like we’ve got a busy day ahead!” “Yep! But looking at the lists, it looks like a fun loadout!” The workers took their places next to the conveyor belts and waited for the machinery to start up. Boxes of every shape and build were put in place, packed with shipping foam. The red warning lights lit up, the buzzers sounded, and the conveyer belts began rolling. “Okay people!” Albert called out. “Let’s stay sharp! Human cargo coming through!” The first body appeared out of the rubber flaps. It was one of the hand wrapped mummies, wrapped in dark blue bandages. Albert followed the mummy as it went down the conveyer belt, wiggling and squirming. Albert did a quick check on his clipboard. Slave number 3498B. She was to be shipped to a wealthy warlord in a Middle Eastern country, along with two straightjackets. Special notes indicated that this one used to be a lawyer. She had been captured and forced into slavery against her will. Notes indicated a feisty and unwilling temperament. Mummy slave 3498B reached the end of the conveyer belt. The workers quickly picked her up and did a quick visual inspection. No damage was present, though one of the bandages needed to be sewn back into place. As one of the workers did that, another went and clipped a collar around slave 34’s neck. The black collar was locked in place around the bandaged throat and activated. With this tracking system, the warlord would know exactly when his precious cargo was to arrive. Satisfied that slave 3498B was ready to be shipped, the workers placed her inside a coffin like box, surrounded her with shipping foam and placed the lid on. Three quick snaps of the locks, and mummy slave 3498B was ready for shipping. As her box was placed into a large shipping container, another mummy came out. Albert observed the number on the mummy’s wrappings, and checked it against his records. Ah yes, slave number 1535G. This slave was to be shipped with number 3498B to his new desert home. Special notes indicated that this was a voluntary slave, who used to be a disgruntled college student. The notes said that he had willingly submitted to being wrapped. Albert let out a smile. It was always good when all parties involved in this trade were willing and submissive. Slave 1535G was picked up, checked, collared, and placed in his box. Though his face could not be seen within his wrappings, slave 1535G’s body posture was relaxed and happy. The lid was closed, and the locks activated. Two more mummies ready for shipment. As the rest of the warlord’s order was processed, Albert walked over to the next conveyor belt. This one was processing a small order, consisting of a single slave. Slave number 56A124 was coming out of the hole, dressed in a tight white straightjacket with blue tights. Special equipment included a pair of gold colored ankle cuffs and a black leather muzzle. Notes said that this slave was a felon with a life sentence, which had been commuted to life as a slave. Looking at her gagged face, she didn’t look too happy as she was picked up off the conveyer belt and forced into her shipping box. She looked quite frightened as she was strapped down to the inside of her box and blindfolded. She let out a muffled whimper as the box lid was closed and locked. With a great shove, the box was pushed into the back of the shipping truck, which promptly drove away, taking the slave to her new master in Canada . The next conveyer belt was packaging an interesting order. A high-ranking official in the Chinese government had a fetish for American brides, and had placed an order for ten of them. And now there were ten slaves dressed as brides, their arms and legs cuffed and shackled. They were currently ungagged, but had been warned about protesting. The ten shackled brides, dresses and all, were forced into individual shipping boxes. The shipping attendants pushed the billowy dresses into the boxes, made sure the cuffs on ankles and wrists were tight, and began to shut the lids on each bride. Albert checked the order again, going over the list. “Hold it!” he called out. “Our client made a change in his order. He wants eleven brides, not ten.” “But we don’t have another bride.” A worker named Susan said. “All the other slaves are being trained, and we don’t have any to spare.” Albert paused, thinking the situation over. Wait… he had an idea. “Oh, I think we can get one more bride.” With well-practiced moves, Albert quickly walked up and slapped a pair of handcuffs around Susan’s wrists. Pressing a button around his belt, three guards walked over. “Susan, you are under arrest. You have been chosen to be converted into a lifetime slave.” Ignoring Susan’s shocked face, he turned to the guards. “Take her to the dressing department, tell them that we need another bride.” The guards nodded and began dragging Susan off the floor. Company policy does work sometimes, Albert mused. If you’ve got a troublesome employee, or need a slave quickly, go ahead and arrest one of them. After all, we can always cover it up. That was one of the perks of working with the largest slave company in the world. If it had managed to keep its operations secret for over a hundred years, then it could do anything. Fifteen minutes later, Susan was marched back into the shipping room, dressed in a silk bride’s dress. A new shipping crate had been prepared for her. “Albert!” She cursed as the guards forced her towards the crate. “You can’t do this!” Pulling out a pair of turn of the century shackles, Albert walked up to her. “Oh, you know fully well I can.” With the guards holding her arms still, Albert put a transportation belt around Susan’s waist, then threaded the handcuffs through the large O ring. “Besides.” He said as he locked the cuffs around Susan’s silk gloves. “I hear that Chinese food is really tasty. You might get extra for being a slave for life.” She spat on him as he finished applying the locks. “Now now, don’t make me gag you. I’ve read that having a ball gag in your mouth for a trip to China can make you very sore.” Susan gave him the meanest glare she could. “Damn you.” She cursed as she was forced into her shipping box. “Damn you.” He gave a final check to make sure her shackles were nice and tight. Satisfied that she wouldn’t be able to move her wrists from her waist, he closed the box lid and locked it. The crates filled with bound brides were loaded onto a shipping truck, and were soon heading down the road towards the airport. “Have fun in China .” Albert giggled as he watched the truck, along with his ex-coworker, vanish around a curve. Three hours passed, and forty slaves were packaged and shipped. The work was tiring, with Albert constantly jogging back and forth to insure that each slave was carefully packaged and shipped. Though every slave, willing or unwilling, was forced to wear restraints, a few accidents occasionally happened on the floor. Only one such incident today, with a wetsuited male managing to undo his handcuffs. He managed to knock over three employees and was strangling another before being subdued. Ten minutes later, he was straightjacketed, cuffed and mummified. His squirming form was forced into his shipping box and locked in just as the break whistle was activated. Easing into his chair in the cafeteria, Albert breathed deeply, enjoying the feel of his tired muscles unwinding. As a chained slave brought over some drinks, Albert and Tim caught up on the latest family and company activities. “So,” Albert began. “Who all did we loose this week?” “Billy, Harrison, and Ang all got shipped off to Malaysia last Monday.” “How did they go?” “Catsuited, then mummified in red horse bandages.” Albert nodded. “Nice. Sounds like fun. Anybody else?” “Well, Lisa was straightjacketed yesterday and was shipped off, new property of a lucky businessman from Los Angeles .” There was a loud muffled scream from the other side of the room. The two looked over and watched as a green plastic mummy was carried down a hallway, its ponytail sticking out of its head. “Well, there goes Anna.” Tim observed. “I warned her not to complain about the long hours. I wonder where’s she going.” “Five bucks says the UK.” “Okay, you’re on.” The two quieted down as they sipped their drinks. Tim wondered what movie he was going to watch at home tonight. Albert wondered how long it would be before he was arrested and turned into a slave. It was pretty much inevitable that every employee of slave international would one day be forced into slavery themselves. If you stayed on longer, you would be sold to a nice master. Rank and experience had its privileges. Albert had been there for about twenty years, shipping, carting, and supervising human goods all over the world. Nobody had lasted more then twenty one years. His time would no doubt come. He hoped that he would have a nice master, one who was kind to him. As he had no immediate family, he was looking forward to his inevitable adventure. The whistle sounded, and it was time to go back to work. The straightjackets were next. All of these slaves were willing volunteers, homeless men and women who had volunteered for a new kind of life where all their needs would be taken care of. The crates they would be traveling in were late, so the eleven remaining straightjacketed slaves quietly talked to themselves. Albert went up and inspected each one, making sure their clothing and their restrictive jacket were on nice and tight. “Excuse me.” Slave 895H asked. “But my jacket is a little loose. Could you tighten it a bit?” “Of course.” Albert took the lady’s sleeves and tightened them, buckling down the straps and belts. “Tight enough?” “Oh yes, very comfy. Thank you.” At that point, the crates arrived, ready for their occupants. Albert reviewed his clipboard. “It seems that you’re going to have your mouth taped shut.” Albert told slave 895H. “Oh goody! I was hoping my mouth would be taped shut. I just love the feeling!” Albert smiled as he pulled out the green tape. Slave 895H closed her mouth and smiled as Albert wound it around her mouth. After three wraps, he was sure it was closed tightly enough. “Now you have a good life, okay?” Slave 895H nodded enthusiastically as she was picked up and placed in her crate. As the straightjacketed slaves were packed up and shipped, Albert looked at his list, and at the clock. The end of the day was fast approaching. His shift would end soon, and it would be back to the dingy apartment, where it would be a lonely dinner for one… Two mail bags came down, each securely holding a catsuited slave. They were simple to ship. Simply plop them into the back of the truck and away they went. At last, the last orders of the day were about to be processed. The sixteen body bag mummies. Albert began checking off the remaining forms when he heard them behind him. “Albert Allen?” “Yes?” There was the clink of metal. “I’m afraid we’re body bag mummy short. You’ve just been drafted.” Albert let out a small smile and put his clipboard down on the edge of the conveyer. The guards were very gentle as they locked the handcuffs around his wrists. Albert noticed how this was the end of his old existence. He was on his way to a new life, a new adventure. Fifteen minutes later, Albert was in the mummy room, a section of the factory where slaves were mummified for those who had a mummy fetish. He had already made the decision to cooperate with his ex-employers, now his captors. He had cooperated when they shaved his body down and told him to get into the spandex body suit, and now he stood in the mummy room, awaiting further instructions. Three attendants brought out a large black human sized bag. Albert grinned as he recognized it. It was one of the special models, a mix of neoprene, spandex, and latex. Very tight and very soft. He had never had the pleasure of trying one on before. “We are going to put you in this bag.” One of the attendants said. “We will then wrap you up in bandages to secure you.” Albert nodded. “Well then, why don’t we start?” The attendants looked a bit shocked. “You are aware of what’s going on aren’t you?” One of them asked. “Oh yeah, I knew this would happen eventually. But I’m looking forward. I hope though, that my new owner and master is nice.” As the attendants gently moved him towards the bag, they smiled. “Oh don’t worry, I think you’ll like her.” The bag was held up, the back unzipped and waiting for an occupant to enter. Albert happily put his legs into the bag and worked them into the leg sleeves at the bottom. The soft material felt good against his second skin, warm and comfy. Standing in the bag, Albert then felt around for the internal arm sleeves. This was the biggie. Once he put his arms in those sleeves and the back was zipped up, he would be completely helpless and at the mercy of his captors. He didn’t hesitate. He found the sleeves and slid his arms in, relishing the soft, tight feeling. In a way, it felt like he was putting on a tight pair of gloves. When his arms were fully in, the attendants went to work. They adjusted the mummy bag slightly to ensure a tight fit, then they began to pull the heavy duty zipper up. Albert did nothing but shiver slightly from excitement as the zipper was pulled up, and the bag tightened around him. When the zipper was fully up, the attendants slipped a small lock on, ensuring that it wouldn’t come undone by mistake. Now locked into the bag, the attendants gently lay the new slave down on a table. Albert felt very relaxed as he went still in his new body bag. Large black belts were pulled out and applied around his body. They were pulled through straps around his ankles, knees, waist, elbows, and chest. The tightness was delicious to Albert, feeling another restraint being applied to him. Now that he was secured inside his bag, the attendants began the process of wrapping Albert in a layer of tight, elastic bandages. Well trained by years of experience, they quickly wound the elastic bandages around Albert and his tight bag. Albert could do nothing, now that he was locked into his bags. The internal sleeves forced him to keep his arms still and in place. He discovered, much to his dismay, that he couldn’t reach and pleasure himself. The internal sleeves denied him a pleasure he had always enjoyed. In five minutes, the bandages were wrapped super tight up to his waist. It was wonderfully tight, but not to the point of excess. The new slave felt very warm and safe as his new cocoon began to wind its way up his body. A few minutes later, the bandages had reached his shoulders. Curiously, the attendants stopped. One of them walked into Albert’s field of vision. “Your new owner has specifically requested for you to travel blindfolded.” Albert smiled. “Well, it lets me guess where I’m going!” “She also ordered for you to be gagged.” “Yes!” Albert thought. “I just love those gags!” Opening his mouth wide, Albert happily accepted the ruby red gag that was pushed into his mouth. Unlike normal ball gags, this gag was specially designed for long term wear. Albert giggled as he tasted the plastic over his tongue. The attendant smiled and produced a hood constructed of the same materials as the body bag. She slowly reached over and placed it on the top of Albert’s head. The hood was pulled over Albert’s head. He watched with great interest as the material was pulled over his eyes, then over his head and down until it completely covered his head and his throat. Albert could still see out of the eyeholes. But the attendants had a surprise for him. Albert watched as they pulled out a blindfold, then slowly began to cover his eyes, thus blinding him until his master decided to let him see again. The last thing he saw was the attendant’s smiling face. With Albert now blindfolded, the attendants had one last surprise for their slave. They pulled out a black leather collar and fastened it around Albert’s neck. The posture collar quickly forced Albert into keeping his neck and head straight. The buckles and straps were set, and the collar was locked onto his neck. It was almost over. The attendants resumed the slave’s mummification, winding the thick bandages over his neck, and then around his head. With one layer completed, Albert was no longer a free man. He was now a mummified slave, completely at the mercy of his new masters. The attendants did one more layer of the stretchy bandages, just to make sure he was securely wrapped and restrained. Thirty minutes later, the second layer was complete. There was one last step to do. The chief attendant leaned over Albert’s head. “Your name is no longer Albert. For the rest of your life, you will now be known as slave 7538Y.” Slave 7538Y wiggled with pleasure inside his thick cocoon. He was picked up and carried over to the conveyer belt in the back of the room. The slave was placed onto it, and was swiftly carried away and out of sight. The attendants sighed. Another job well done. Another mummy off to his master. They turned to leave, ready to go home. Instead, they found a locked door and six new attendants, each carrying rolls of bandages. “It’s time for your… retirement.” One of the guards said. Slave 7538Y took the trip that he had sent so many others on. He was carried down the conveyer belt, quietly waiting for his fate. He was received by the employees at the floor. They knew who was inside this cocoon of restraints and were extra gentle as they placed him inside his shipping crate. The new floor supervisor double-checked the details of slave 7538Y’s trip. Confirming that everything was in order, the supervisor nodded. The lid was placed on and locked. The crate was pushed, along with fifteen other crates, onto a shipping truck. They were piled one on top of another until they were all inside. With the crates secured, the truck drove off into the night, carrying sixteen slaves off to a new life. Slave 7538Y was quiet inside his crate. He listened to the sounds of travel, but he was growing sleepy. He felt so safe, so secure inside his own private crate. He had nothing to worry about. All of his troubles, all of his fears were behind him. A new life awaited him. All he had to do was lie back and enjoy the ride. Unable to move, unable to escape even if he wanted to, slave 7538Y drifted off into the warm, safe arms of sleep.

Imported from the USA

Sun, 19 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Another day, another dull routine at work.

Though working at the international sex slave factory was definitely an uncommon career, it could get a little dull at times, and for poor Albert, this was one of those times.

Albert was the man who supervised the shipping area of the factory. It was his task to oversee the safe packing and shipping of slaves who were to be sent to their owners all over the world.

Wild Idea

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

I was browsing the net a few weeks ago and came across a website of particular interest to me, a site all about female domination that made videos for web consumers only. I checked out a few videos and quickly realized that this was the site for me, and then I noticed a model call for male subs and I clicked the link.

Long story short, I saw the pay scale, quickly filled out the form, attached a few nude photos of myself, and sent off the application. In the next week all of the details were worked out and I was all set for my first femdom video.

Hi there!

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza forum, who helped edit this story.

Oh, hello there! Who am I you ask? Oh, no one in particular. My name’s not important, considering where I am right now. Where am I you might ask? Well, that’s simple. I’m currently ten feet underground, lying inside a casket. Oh, and I should also mention that i’m mummified from head to toe in four layers of white bandages. What am I doing down here? Oh my, what a story. Best to go back to the beginning… For the past five years of my life, I’ve…i’m sorry, was, a slave to the most wonderful man i’ve ever met. I was homeless at the time and down on my luck.

Hi there!

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza forum, who helped edit this story.

Rejuvenation

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Lillian slowly strolls through the woods, looking around, wondering where she could be and how she got here. The trees are in full bloom, birds are chirping merrily, nearby a couple of deer are grazing peacefully. “It looks so beautiful here, unlike myself” she said to herself. While it is true that she no longer possessed the beauty of a young supermodel, she still could catch an eye or two even though she had reached her 40’s. Sure, her 5'1” frame had a couple extra pounds, a few extra wrinkles, a sag here and there, but her gentle brown eyes and calming smile more than made up for her small misgivings. She walks toward a clearing where a gentle stream is flowing through. When she reached the stream to sit down, she noticed a familiar figure resting in the shade of a large oak tree.

Three Strikes

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Working for a mafia godfather was not all fun and glamour. Forget what you see in the movies or read in the books.

It’s not an easy job. In fact, it’s a dangerous job. Just ask Julia. If she could talk, she would tell you that it’s not a job any person should take.

Too bad she hadn’t thought of that before she got in.

It had been simple. Immigrate to America after running from the cops in Italy. She should have been caught at Ellis Island , but thanks to her mafia connections, she had been able to convince the officials to look the other way.

Three Strikes (alternate ending)

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Three strikes alternate ending (not the official ending)

Thanks to Tiedash for inspiring this alternate ending

The ship was waiting at the pier, the large crate sat on the docks, with the words “Fine china” stenciled onto its side.

This was the target crate that Julia needed to get. Luckily, there were no guards at the pier at this time of night. It was just her, the truck, and the trolley.

The Machine - Model 2a

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

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

Total Enclosure

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Both Kerry and Sara were into bondage in a big way, both were very fond of mummification bondage. The girls had planed to have a bondage session this coming weekend and Kerry was going to organize it. As Kerry was the most experienced in bondage out of the two lovers she usually took the dominate role, she had always said it was in her nature anyway and loved to see what positions she could put Sara into. The girls had been experimenting with extreme encasement and where running out of new things to try, Kerry was forced to search the web to find some new techniques and ideas - this is when she struck on an ingenious plan to beat all previous bondage and mummification sessions she would call it TOTAL ENCLOSURE.

Total Enclosure

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Ian

Sat, 21 Jan 2006 00:00:00 +0000

This is how it felt to be Ian. ** You were in the prime of life, as fit and trim as you were ever going to be. All of life was open to you, its riches and abundance yours for the taking. Yet life was empty. Yes, you had a college degree. You had a nice apartment in the suburbs, a steady job, and a nice little world all to yourself. Yet…you felt empty. What was the point of life and its riches if you had nobody to share it with? Then, in your mid-twenties, you were searching for a mate, a wife, a friend, to share it all with. But nobody came. Nobody was Mrs. Right. Night after night, you went to clubs, bars, restaurants, in hopes of finding the right person for you. But nobody ever came. Nobody came your way. “Why can’t I find anyone?” You wondered. “Why will nobody come forward, accept my offer of a drink, and say I’m cute?” Dejected, you always went back to your apartment, crushed and with your hope gone just a little bit more. A year went by, and still nobody came. Your books, your games, and your movies were your only companions at home. But they were poor substitutes for the warm flesh of a living person. Then…she came. It was quite unexpected. You were in the local steak house, slowly sipping a glass of root beer. A woman walked up and asked if she could sit next to you. Without looking up, you said yes. Something, that little feeling in your chest, told you to look at her. And you did. She was perfect. She was not a professional model, nor was her body one that other women were envious of. Yet…she was perfect, just as she was. It was as if the two of you were linked to each other. You could tell that she sensed it too. When she looked at you, looked into your eyes, she was looking into your very soul. You offered her a sip of your root beer. She accepted. And both of you smiled. The next six months were a blur that passed you by in a wave of peace and happiness. This woman had a wonderful power. When she was near you, you felt up, oh so up and so happy. She could wash away your fears, your terrors, your worries, simply by standing next to you. And she told you how you did the same to her. How you were a source of magic and wonder to her, how your presence was a soothing balm to her soul. You were convinced that the two of you were soul mates. It was as if when you met, you said “Oh, there you are. Where have you been?” There were occasional problems of course. There were some arguments, some disagreements. But both of you stuck it out. You hung in there, refusing to give up. And the two of you overcame every problem that came your way.

Take Out Dinner

Wed, 21 Dec 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Talking with a special friend online, I found my attention for the forums and the porn sites waning. It had been about six months since my last posting, and it seemed my involvement was never missed. I had gotten very caught up in my work, and not given much thought to my kink.

In all of my fantasies, I was constantly being treated like an object. This had many different angles, but in every scenario, I was the center of attention. I think that I become blind to the needs of others, and this “fantasy” that I have to be mummified, or encased, is just proof. I feel selfish and negligent. Had I not the ability to carry a relationship? No, certainly there was someone out there for me… and I would find them.

Mummy Play

Mon, 12 Dec 2005 00:00:00 +0000

It had been a very long time since Mistress had wrapped him as a mummy. But today was the day. She had told him to ready himself for the tightest bondage ever. For the last three days she had been teasing him making him horny. She started by bringing him to the edge with her hand and then stopping over and over. Next she used her mouth on his shaft. She sucked it making it hard. She licked his ball sack and the very tip of his shaft. It drove him crazy, but she would not let him cum. Last night she again brought him to the edge with her hand. He moaned when she stopped short of orgasm. She taped a vibrator to his shaft and plugged him with the glass penis plug for the night. It was turned to low, but as excited as he was it could have been on high as far as he was concerned. It drove him crazy all night long, making have several dry orgasms, but he could not cum because of the glass plug and cord wrapped around his balls.

Elisabeth of Negipth

Wed, 02 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

“Elisabeth, Elisabeth, where are you? Elisabeth…”

“I’m here, Denise!”

“Where, my little one?” asked with a feared tone the old maid.

“Near the lake… I’m looking at the swans!” answered the clear and fresh voice of the girl.

Denise moved in that direction, panting. She was over her sixty, and the tight corset, the long and voluminous skirts and some excess in the food department didn’t help her to move freely. Some trees hid the lake, a little water mirror created inside the castle garden, the leaves moving by the happy wind of the season.

Angelina

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

This is how it felt to be Angela.

You were the center of his life, the sunshine in his universe. You were what he lived for. For you, his love and care had no end.

And for you, the feelings were the same. You felt so loyal, so loving to your spouse, the man you had shared your life with for the past six years. Your love was an endless spring that would never dry up.

Angelina

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

This is how it felt to be Angela.

You were the center of his life, the sunshine in his universe. You were what he lived for. For you, his love and care had no end.

Angelina

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

This is how it felt to be Angela.

You were the center of his life, the sunshine in his universe. You were what he lived for. For you, his love and care had no end.

Mummified and Eaten - Orca Snack

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Another Mummified and eaten story. This one features one of my favorite animals, orcas (who I find to be incredibly sexy animals). Luckily for those who don’t like grim endings, this one does not feature any fatal eating. How so? Read on.

There’s no grim stuff in this one. No deaths, no blood, just affection and care.

Mummified and Eaten: Orca snack By Darkraptor1

It was a great life she had.

Lydia and Me 11

Tue, 09 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part ten

Lydia & Me 11 - Hanging Around

“I’m hungry and I have to go to the bathroom, honey.”

While those may not be the words that you expect or even necessarily want to hear after bringing your wife to a sexual climax, this particular wife had now been mummified and strapped to our bed for almost four hours. I laughed as I wiped the gag off on a towel we had handy close to the bed and started to loosen the nylon strap that pinned her shoulders to the bed.

Mummified and Eaten 2.1

Sat, 06 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Some ideas in this story come from Brett Wade, who e-mailed them to me, and are being used here. Be warned that this story contains vore (people being eaten alive), in a non-violent manner (no blood). You’ve been warned!

Part 1

“Honey, I’m hungry.” Sala’s husband put her book down and looked at her curiously.

“Really? You just ate a month ago.” A mischievous smile crept onto Sala’s face.

“Yes, I know. But this one…” She rubbed her smooth and cool belly “…is all done. I’m feeling up for more meat.”

Mummified and Eaten 2.2

Sat, 06 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

For Sala and Ralph, the night was full of pleasure and happiness as the two shared their love for each other.

For Alex and Samantha, the night was one of terror, of breathing through tubes, struggling to overcome the panic that gripped them. With no references for time, it ceased to exist.

Mummified and Eaten 2.3

Sat, 06 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3

It took a long time for the effects of the gas to wear off. When it did, consciousness first returned to Alex. She lay still, still groggy from the wonderful gas that she had inhaled. But…where was she?

Mummified and Eaten 2.3

Sat, 06 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Mummified and Eaten 2.2)

Part 3

Party Crasher

Sat, 06 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

It was Friday afternoon when Heather called up her friend Marcy. When Marcy picked up, the athletic college coed said, “Hi, Marcy, my house mates are gone for the weekend. Want come over? I’m having a sleepover like I used to in high school.”

Marcy, who was on the university swim team, was about 5 foot 3 inches tall with light brown hair that went to the base of her neck with pale blue eyes and a muscular and tone body and weighed around 140 lbs. She momentarily thought about it, instantly realizing that she really didn’t have any weekend plans.

The Machine Part 4

Sat, 06 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

It’s probably a good idea to read the previous machine stories, to get an idea of how the device works (which is not covered here). And in case you’re wondering, this story does not feature permenant encasment.

The Machine 4 by Darkraptor1 Based off an original idea by Naughtylittlegirl

It was a dark and stormy Friday night. The dark clouds covered the night sky, sending down torrents of rain upon the earth below.

The Machine Part 4

Sat, 06 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

The Machine 4 by Darkraptor1 Based off an original idea by Naughtylittlegirl

It was a dark and stormy Friday night. The dark clouds covered the night sky, sending down torrents of rain upon the earth below.

The Sentences

Sat, 23 Jul 2005 00:00:00 +0000

This story is written in the style of Filador50’s classic story, the sentence.

Just a little warning, this story does not end happily.

The two of us stood side by side. Well, we were ten feet apart, both housed in tall steel cages, but at least we were close to each other.

The room was silent. In front of us was a panel of judges. We had been brought down into this complex two days ago, captured after my sister had made one too many phone calls from one building. After tracing the calls, agents had burst in on us. We were arrested and taken into custody.

Willing to be a Mistress

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

Willing to be a Mistress by Enclosed Lady – enclosedlady (at) yahoo (dot) com Dedicated to: Claudia and Sir Marc from Canada —————– This is a long story and English isn’t my 1st language, so you might find some mistakes. Hope everyone enjoy. Adult story +18 evolving F/f. – Feedback welcome.

One chloroform handkerchief clamped over my mouth and nose as soon as I entered my friend’s house. I tried to get rid of the grip, but was too late. I woke up hours later, disoriented, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. The large room was illuminated by a faint spotlight, there were some odd furniture and bdsm devices and I could feel the floor was covered by a smooth carpet. I still had my boots on and my shirt, but the rest of my clothing was gone. I felt a presence but couldn’t move, my body was bound with hard leather straps and a very tight leather gag strap filled my mouth muting any protest. Another device was also hard to ignore, a dildo with a finger-like flange curled up from the base, pressed a pad against my clit while another larger flange curled inside my back channel. I heard soft footsteps and I tried to call for help, but only muffled sounds came out. “Just relax.” was the only thing I got from a female voice and then a click switched on the device deep inside me. At first it was a faint hum, I moaned, it was pleasant, but after a few minutes the buzz increased and several vibrations and pulses were tickling and poking my clit and anus, both entrances could feel the movements of my hips. The pulsating invader was guiding me to an inevitable orgasm; I was moaning and gasping without control, shaking inside my restraints. My inner contractions soon began and I violently succumbed into a heavy orgasm. The buzz then diminished turning again into a faint hum. My breathing was heavy and I thought the nightmare maybe ended but the panic hit me again when the lights went off, exposing my naked and sweat body to the darkness.

The New Bride of the Mummy

Fri, 13 May 2005 00:00:00 +0000

This story is a sequel to Brides of the Mummy

It was extremely dark inside the corridors of the pyramid. Alexis poked her flashlight through the doorway, trying to see down the long hallway that stretched before her. “Alexis, come in. Status report.”

The sudden plea squawking from the radio made her jump. She picked up the radio and pressed the reply button.

“Nothing yet. I’m descending into the lower passageways.”

Mummified and Eaten 2

Wed, 27 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000

This is the second part of Mummified and Eaten. It follows Jonathan’s story after his mummified wife was eaten.

It’s delicious to watch. I sit here in my chair, watching my lovely but unfaithful wife be eaten alive by a huge anaconda. And to top it all off, she is also mummified at the same time. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on by something before. The snake reaches my wife’s head, and I think I need to say something. I get up out of my chair and walk over to my wife, who looks up at me with pleading eyes. “Don’t worry.” I say. “It will be over soon.”

Mummified and Eaten: Part 2

Wed, 27 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Mummified and Eaten)_

_This is the second part of Mummified and Eaten. It follows Jonathan’s story after his mummified wife was eaten.

No Hard Feelings

Wed, 13 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Kathryn was an impressive looking woman by any measure. The brown haired girl had recently turned 30 and was still very fit and proud of the body she worked hard to maintain. Standing 5’11 she had been a champion swimmer at high school but had given competitive swimming away when she was 16. To stay in shape she went to the gym and worked out several times a week and still played A Grade touch footy. Her interest in football a legacy of growing up with two older brothers and playing footy in the backyard with them, where she had learned to rough house and hold her own.

The Brides of the Mummy

Wed, 13 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000

“Excuse me Pharaoh, but the women are here for your inspection.”

The sun shone through the pillars of the palace as the ruler of Egypt strolled through the marble corridors with his scribe. His expression was neutral, no facial movement showed his inner emotions.

“Tell me again Maud, how many have you found?” the Pharaoh asked.

“One hundred, my Pharaoh, all young and willing. They are very eager to meet you.”

The Curse of Anubis

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

Adapted from an original idea by Wrappers Delight.

Ariaza and Narell were two of a kind. Both were stubborn and independent, both secretly despised authority, and they were deeply in love with each other. But it was a forbidden love. For Narell was a priest of Pharaoh’s court, learned in the knowledge of the great faith and in matters of the spirit. Ariaza was the Pharaoh’s daughter, the princess of Egypt. She was to wed only royalty. Anyone not within a family of royal blood was not worthy of marrying a princess. But Ariaza and Narell both held a deep hatred for rules. For them, love was the only rule that they would follow.

Who Wants A New Life 2

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

Part Two

One thing that I’ve noticed about stories where a person is wrapped up and shipped off overseas is that we never find out what happens when the lucky person gets there. This story follows the idea of what happens when a person is en route and delivered.

“Well, looks like she’s complete!” The announcer’s voice is exceptionally difficult to hear now. “Let’s take her away!” My crate is slowly lifted up, then slid into something. Then I hear an engine start up, and the crate begins to move!

Mummified and Eaten

Mon, 28 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

For this story, I decided to try something a little different. I’ve combined two of my favorite fantasies together for this story. Mummification and Vore. For those of you who don’t know what vore is, it is a fantasy about being eaten alive, or watching someone (or something) else being eaten alive by another creature or being. It’s a fairly uncommon fantasy, so if it doesn’t appeal to you, you won’t get much out of this story. And for your knowledge, there is no blood or graphic violence in this story (OK, maybe a little blood, but in a non-violent way, and some references to digestion while still alive). The setting is a husband who wants to get rid of his wife, and has come up with an interesting way of doing so.

Number 367

Mon, 28 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

I woke up from my drowning sleep when the car hit in a hole of the uneven street we were driving on. I don’t know how long we were driving on. I felt no time after staring probably several hours to the ceiling of the stationwagon i was put into. I tried to move a bit but I couldn’t move the tiniest muscle. How I got in this unconfortable situation? It started with a kinky idea of my girlfriend.

Lydia and Me 5

Sun, 27 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part four

Chapter Five - Alone Again

“I would have to fall in love with a damned deviant genius,” I thought to myself as I futilely tried to pull my arms up even a little bit. But the wrapping job was too thorough and between the plastic, the duct tape, and my almost complete lack of decent leverage, they stayed exactly where they were.

I suppose some explanation is in order, otherwise I’m just a mummified guy wasting your time. My day had started off well enough. I was wrapping up a project and collecting a very large check as a reward for my troubles, and then was going to be heading off for a weekend in Las Vegas with an old school pal who I was still in touch with. He had bought a condo there ages ago when his business put him in the city over half the time. We both love to play poker and every once in a while we hop on a plane and go to blow some money at the tables and have some fun.

Lydia and Me 7

Sun, 27 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part six

Chapter Seven - Exhibition

(Lydia moved and ground herself into me, causing me to groan and start to get excited again. She’d been on top of me a while now, and the stimulation was making me excited once again. We were approaching our third time around now, and I wondered how long this would go on.)

Our wedding day was just over two months behind us, and Lydia and I were still in the “honeymoon mode,” though Lydia swore that if she had anything to say in the matter we’d never leave it. I liked that attitude, myself, and did everything I could to support it. Though we’d been living together for almost a year before we were wed, we did what we could to keep things fresh and interesting. The biggest challenge was trying not to get too wrapped up in our work to forget what we’d learned the first time we’d drifted apart – that being with the right person was the most important thing to us.

Lydia and Me

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One - Grand Theft

I strained and struggled for what seemed like the thousandth time, though I knew it couldn’t have been that long yet. Like all my previous attempts, the plastic wrap that encircled me held me fast, leaving no movement save the slight rocking I could manage on the table. I was almost completely encased from head to toe, save for my a few inches of skin at my neck and my member, which stood at attention, betraying a fetish I hadn’t been able to indulge in years. My captor had found that amusing and left it free, even playing with it at times during my imprisonment.

Lydia and Me 2: Revelations

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one

Chapter Two - Revelations

Short of a night of bondage and sex, there’s just about nothing like the feel of a shower following a night of bondage and sex. At least, that’s my opinion. Washing away the sweat and residue after a good night’s sleep makes me feel very much human again and acts as a sort of hint of things that might come, since there’s not much motivation to repeat the activity if your partner smells like a goat.

Lydia and Me 3

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part two

Chapter Three - Cleaning Up

“Those berries were great. Could I have some more?”

I looked up from the paper and grinned. “They’re right next to you. Help yourself.”

Lydia glared at me with only somewhat feigned annoyance. She obligingly struggled in the wrap that I’d put around her and said, “I’m supposed to just drop my face in them and dig in?”

I laughed as I put down the sports section and sighed as though exasperated. I crawled across the bed to where she sat, in a sort of straightjacket made out of plastic wrap. When I’d woken her up, I’d let her use the facilities, but left no doubt that I was in charge now and there would be no breakfast until I was satisfied that she’d been accounted for properly. She smiled coyly and said, “Whatever could you have in mind?”

Silkbound Into Slavery 3

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Part Three Silkbound into Slavery Part 3 Sarah knew she had to make her escape soon before Stephanie returned, but had no idea what to do next. Although she could just about see through the black silk hood that encased her head, her wrists and elbows were securely and painfully bound behind her back, and her ankles were hobbled with tightly bound silk scarves. She was standing shakily in the middle of Stephanie’s admittedly grand bathroom but, as she looked around there seemed to be no implements or sharp edges with which she could free herself.

The Meeting

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

She contacted him one evening on the Internet. She wanted to tell him how much she had enjoyed his stories and that she found them very arousing. They ended up chatting about mummification and kidnapping for hours. She was a novice with limited experience in bondage, never having been mummified. She was obviously very nervous, but also very excited about being mummified. It was this excitement and enthusiasm about a new experience that had drawn him to her.

Who Wants a New Life

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

The newest reality TV series - “Who Wants a New Life”.

“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.

For a few moments I wonder why on earth I’m here. It’s pretty simple. My life as a secretary at a business office was not exactly the most exciting job on earth, so I decided to try this new reality series on TV that promises that winners will have their lives totally re-done for them. Despite my family’s wishes, I went in to sign up.

Who Wants A New Life

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Silkbound Into Slavery 2

Sat, 01 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two

Miss Jones knew the number of her removal firm by heart and she happily tapped in the digits for the East London firm whilst humming a Frank Sinatra tune to herself. She was extremey content with the way things had gone so far, and was looking forward to her cruise with great anticipation.

“Put me on to Mr Cratchett would you please”, she said as the receptionist answered at the other end. “Ah Cratchett, it’s Miss Jones here. I have a removal job for you. Another one of those international assignments that you do so well. I need you to get a crate and packing materials sorted out and get them down to me by tomorrow afternoon. I will also need you and your unsavoury colleague Jenks to accompany the package and look after its contents throughout the trip. Plan on a Size 14 crate but you will probably need extra packing materials. This particular package is a litle more lively than most you have handled in the past.”

Jenny's Delight

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

Jenny had been punished by her husband for again not letting him know what she was doing with Mike. Bound, bagged, boxed and entombed by him, Mike and Sue, she was left to contemplate her fate…

continued from part three

Part 4: Knight to the Rescue

My mind drifted as I lay bound in the crate, my body had been tightly bound first with leather cuffs, then rope had been tied around my limbs, followed by leather arm and leg binders. Over this they had placed me into a latex sleep sack, my mouth had been gagged and a leather hood placed over my head. They, I should tell you now, were my husband John, his friend Mike, who you may recall I was rather fond of, and of course there was Sue, soon to be the replacement of my affections with John. Little did I know that she and my husband were having an affair, here I was being punished for fooling around with Mike, but all the time John had been screwing Sue behind my back, talk about two-faced.

Silkbound Slave

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

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

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

The Three Mummies 2

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

Thanks to everyone who E-mailed me with their very kind comments about the first three parts of this story, it really made me feel good reading them! Here is the final part of the story. Be forewarned that this story contains some death (unseen, but implied). I do not advocate violence against women in any form. Remember that this is a fantasy story, not a real story. Please E-mail with any thoughts you have about the story.

Nadia’s Thrill

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Nadia had been trying out new ways to excite herself, she had found a great web site on time-release self-bondage, one of the simplest but most effective forms she found was freezing keys in ice. Through varying the amount of ice the key was frozen in, temperature of the ice and the environments temperature the ice would take longer or shorter to thaw out.

Nadia lives on the second floor of a four story high tenement flat, sharing with one other girl but she was away for the weekend. On her own this was when her thoughts often turned to self-bondage.

Silkbound Into Slavery

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Sarah Miles was within a week of her 19th birthday and had answered the advertisement for a weekend gardener in the local paper, so that she could get some experience before she went to horticultural college later that year. All her friends from school had taken a long break and gone trekking in Thailand, but Sarah was an only child and had been raised in an orphanage, so she could not afford the several thousand pounds that her friends planned to spend on their half year in Thailand.

The Three Mummies

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 - Anakamum

Egypt, the year 500 B.C.

Princess Anakamum was very suspicious about this new advisor that her father had appointed to look over the family affairs. She didn’t like the way he moved, the way he talked, or the way his attitude indicated that he was interested in more then just the families well being.

Princess Anakamum was a beautiful tall woman with golden flowing hair, who had a sweet personality and was a joy to get to know. She was the fourth daughter in the royal family of Egypt. She also had two sisters, Demetriery, and Salalo.

One Woman

Mon, 15 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000

She was terribly sexual, if terrible is an acceptable way to define sexuality. A black evening dress, a turn of her head as she held her hair up, and puckered lips… for no reason other than to demonstrate she could look that way. Knee-length leather boots, she claims she likes the sound the zipper makes when she slowly undoes them. Her hair is a tawny brown of varying lengths depending on her mood that year: no bangs so it falls over her face and she says she likes the feel of it, thinks it’s sexy.

Meredith's Romance 2

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

It had been nearly a week since Alan had been over to Meredith’s house and played around with her bondage gear and indulged in their plastic fetishes. Normally, Alan would have that feeling of reluctance to get up out of bed, but this was Friday morning, and he and Meredith had made a date for after their martial arts class. They both had Saturdays off so they weren’t bothered by a pesky weekend schedule. Alan was supposed to spend the night at Meredith’s house tonight, probably the same way as last Friday night, with one of them bound, mummified, or maybe something even better! Meredith did say that she had some new ideas that she’d like to try on him tonight, since he had tied her last Friday night. Alan was going to suggest that they try binding each other together some way or another, but he was surely going to go along with whatever idea she had instead. She said it had bondage of course, and that it had plenty of plastic. Oh man, Alan couldn’t wait!

Meredith's Romantic Mummification

Sun, 18 Jul 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Note: Although I am a martial artist I am not sure of the customs of boy-girl match-ups in hojo-jitsu practice since I have never taken Jiu-Jitsu classes. What I know from Jiu-Jitsu is the fighting techniques, not the weapons (staffs, ropes, swords) techniques, mainly because my weapons training comes from a different discipline. Anyway, if the customs are slightly incorrect, forgive me and enjoy. Also, I wrote half the story before realizing I should have given character descriptions so I decided to leave it go. Just Imagine Meredith with sandy-blonde hair, normal complexion, about 5’ 9" or 10" and Alan with brown hair, tanned complexion, 5’ 11 1/2"

Morning Wrap

Sun, 18 Jul 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Some of the below is true, some is my personal fantasy.

I lay there on the bed half asleep. It was early morning. I felt my wife stir slightly. I was tired. I needed a sleep in. Today would be the first opportunity for weeks. My daughter was out at work, she’s eighteen and a Saturday girl in the city and she’d left for work about half an hour ago.

Party Perils

Thu, 10 Jun 2004 00:00:00 +0000

“C’mon, Holly, I could really use your help this weekend,” insisted Dina to her friend Holly as they sat in a restaurant having lunch. “There’s no way I could handle my niece Emily’s party by myself.”

“What happened to her parents?” asked Holly skeptically. The last thing she wanted to spend her weekend was chaperoning a bunch of bratty children. “Aren’t they the ones throwing this party?”

“They can’t,” said Dina. “That’s why they asked me. Emily’s Dad’s a detective and got called in at the last minute to be part of some security detail that weekend, and Emily’s Mom’s a veterinarian who also got called to pull a double shift at the hospital the same day.”

Reminiscing

Tue, 24 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Sometime back, Jenny wrote an interesting article on why we mummify or allow ourselves to be mummified. This little excursion is intended only to discuss the “how I got here"angle. (These ramblings are not intended to cover all the various examples of mummification and bondage that have been available in movies, tv, comics, etc. Just some of the ones that were significant in influencing me, and probably many others.)

I was about 15 minutes into a trip home to visit my family. This trip usually takes about 4 hours to reach the other side of the state. As luck would have it, my car stereo died leaving me in silence, with only the tires humming on the asphalt at 75 mph as entertainment.

Recycler

Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

I am a long-time reader, first time contributor. I have spent a great deal of time reading the stories authored by others on your site. Many a night has seen me “up” until the wee hours of the morning “Shaking hands with Mr. Johnson” to your works and the works of Jenny, Insider, and all the others. I myself have never had much talent for writing, especially anything fictional. Truth is until recently I have never had an experience worthy of the pages of you web-site, but recently that has all changed. My oh my, how it has all changed. And it all changed the day I forgot to erase my History off of the internet browser (which I have done everyday since I got plugged in) and caught my wife reading through the Plaza.

Wheel Slave

Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Background

I go by the name Wheelslave. That’s not my real name, of course, but one I guess I earned. My Mistress gave it to me after my training, but all that in due time. Let me begin at the beginning.

Even as a youngster, I had somewhat kinky fantasies involving tight jeans, bondage and figure revealing clothing. When I went to the circus, acts that included or even implied bondage fascinated me, but a special turn on was the knife-throwing act with the pretty assistant spinning on the wheel. As I reached adulthood I gradually began to indulge my fetishistic side, at first by reading kinky books and magazines. Eventually, I built up the courage to visit a fetish club in the city and was not only turned on, but was delighted and relieved to see that there were others who shared my bizarre tastes. The next step was to go to a professional Dungeon. I went again (and again). As a result I got to know a couple of the professional Dommes and began seeing them at their private studios. One of these proved to be rather convenient in that her studio was not far off my route to work, so sometimes after a hard day of engineering, I would relieve myself of my accumulated tensions (to say nothing of my earnings) with a visit to this lady’s place for a session.

Rubber Bondage Prisoner 4

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

A visit by a very unfortunate rubber bondage prisoner to the Rubber Bondage Centre at Fantasy Acre.

Chapter 9. The way his Rubber Mistress plays ‘Hide and Seek’ is not the way children play it.

“I hide you away somewhere and my Assistant has to find you. However there is as always a sting in the tail of my little games. Every five minutes she has to spend trying to find you will earn you ten minutes of punishment. The time starts from when she begins looking for you until she has you back in the Dungeon. By the time she starts looking for you it will be quite dark and she will have to use a flashlight, which will be quite time consuming. It could take her at least an hour to find and get you back to the dungeon. My property is spread over five acres, which includes a field behind the house. Even the garden is about an acre. The weather forecast is for heavy rain tonight so you will be hidden outside. She will of course start her search inside in the dry and outside is the last place she looks. If she has to go up into the field in the rain looking for you then perhaps she will double your Punishment.”

Show and Tell

Sat, 06 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Mary had been babysitting the Johnson children for three days. Dr Johnson and his wife had flown to Europe for a second honeymoon and would be gone for four weeks. It was fortunate that Mary had secured this position, as it fitted in with her university timetable quite nicely.

Mary had spent the better part of four years studying art at university. She was now half way though a two year diploma course in education. This combined with her middle class appearance and easy manner with the children, were all contributory in securing her this position. The chance to work with young children during the summer holidays would not, Mary felt, hurt her CV. Also, she had her room and board paid for. She had the chance to save money, allowing her to start her final year without too much hardship. She could also work on her dissertation. All things considered, this was a nice job. Once it finished, she would have to look at the usual option of waiting on tables, or temporary work in a factory. But she would do so from the comfortable position of having built up a nest egg.

Kim's Misadventure

Thu, 30 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Kim had been a bondage novice, although she was a well respected Bondage photographer, she hadn’t had much experience at being tied up until now, then she began to experiment with tying herself…

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

Smart Duct Tape 4

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

Brief Synopsis: The machine had moved on to step 4, to make contact with the one who made it, and what to do with its captive Officer Lacey. Back at the hospital Sharna had had a catheter, an IV, and was wrapped up and gagged, but thanks to a new, and very dumb, doctor she escaped.

As we continue: The machine moved on to step 4. To make contact with the one who made it. The machine went to the policewoman’s computer and hooked up to it via the USB and Network jacks, and then it turned the computer on. The DT9000 set its onboard clock to the time in the computer, then it logged on to the Internet to update its programming, and to find out what to do with its captive Officer Lacey.

Jess in the Box

Sun, 28 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

It was starting out to be a bad day.

My girlfriend/slave Jess was sitting on a chair next to me with that defiant glare of hers. I was looking at a credit card bill for $500. Now it wasn’t the money I cared about but it was the audacity. Jess was supposed to be a “slave” but she spent all her time topping from the bottom and making my life miserable.

Sleep Tight, Pleasant Dreams!

Fri, 12 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Scott enjoyed going out on travel for his company, occasionally. Sometimes he would be away for weeks at a time. The biggest thing he missed when on travel was his girlfriend and being mummified on a regular basis by her. However, when away on travel, one of the perks he had found, were the hotel’s king size beds with king size sheets. Every evening, after he had finished his workout and returned to his room, he would treat himself to an old-fashioned sheet wrap to relax in. He would pull the quilt and spread off of the bed and pile them out of the way on the floor. Moving quickly, he tugged the tucked ends of the sheet out from between the mattress and box springs, and left them hanging loosely. In the nude, he laid down on one side of the bed, pulled the sheet over his body, wrapped it around his ankles, tucking it tightly between his legs and held it tightly to his chest. With his arms held tightly to his chest, he began rolling to his left quickly, wrapping himself tightly in the sheet. By rolling at a slight angle, he was able to wrap the sheet snuggly around his legs and body. He usually ended up under at least 3 layers.

The Mummification Pole

Fri, 12 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

“It’s a what?” asked McBride.

“A Mummification Pole. That’s what we’re calling it at the moment, but it probably needs a sexier name. I know it’s late Mr McBride, but if you’re free right now, I can bring it up to your office and you can have a look at it.”

“O.K. Steve. Bring it up.” Alec McBride hung up, sat back into his sumptuous leather chair and let out a long deep sigh. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was close to midnight. ‘Fuck ’em’ he thought. He got up from his desk. He walked over to the drinks cabinet at the far end of his large office and poured out a large Jack Daniels. Probably his last, he thought as he wandered back to the window and gazed out at the impressive view of the city, illuminated by a million tiny streetlamps. His head was filled with all things he should have said at the board meeting which had ended an hour before. He had been Chief Executive of Innovations Incorporated for less than a year and now it seemed that the board wanted him to resign - just because company shares had been spiraling downwards for a couple of months.

Jenny's Delight

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Land of Pyramids

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Self Mummification Gone Wrong

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

I just thought I would send you this true story of a self mummification gone wrong.

Basically I had been mummifying myself for a few years, almost exclusively with cling film, but I had never really managed to get myself completely sealed airtight. I was lucky enough to come across a huge roll of pallet wrap where I worked and I managed to hide it in my car. I decided that this was my opportunity to do a full wrap. I realised that it was going to be very difficult wrapping myself with such a large roll of plastic, so on my way home I purchased a 250 metre roll of cling film from the supermarket.

Maid Service

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

The kids playing in the hallway went running past Rm. 501. They were playing a game, trying to see who could collect the most “Do Not Disturb” signs, off of hotel room doors. Grabbing the one off of Rm. 501, they added it to their collection as they ran past.

About a half hour later, Chelsie finished up in Rm. 503 and pushed her cleaning cart down the hall, stopping in front of Rm. 501.

Katie & Jeff

Tue, 12 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

“I want to do ANYTHING you want to. After all it is your birthday,” she said with a smile. Katie had just entered the room wearing his favorite ankle length white satin dress. Underneath on her beautiful 36D-26-34 body were white thigh high stockings and white satin bra and panties and some 2” white heels. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and rested on her chest.

“Great! Come here,” Jeff said with a smile.

Roman Mummy

Tue, 05 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

On 2001, I traveled to Greece to visit my grandparents and my cousins. One of them lived in Italy and she took me with her to visit her country. On my fourth day there, my cousin Tela told me about her best friend Lanera, who was curious and wanted to talk about GLS and Bondage. We phoned her, but since my uncles are very traditional, she decided to invite us to dinner. This would allow a more private talk, which we accepted.

The Nosy Neighbor and the Rookie

Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Ann, had lived next to her neighbor Karen, since she and Alan had gotten married and moved there. Karen was a divorcee, five foot, six inches tall with black, short cut hair. 35 years old, not a bad figure, even after having a child.

Karen was always over at Ann’s house, showing an extraordinary amount of interest in Ann’s husband Alan. She was constantly offering to help do this and help with that, when Alan was around. It had been quite obvious to Ann, even when they all went out as couples on a Friday night, (Karen brought her boyfriend.) Though Ann was not sure if Alan noticed, or was even interested. While they sat at the table, Karen was always very attentive to Alan’s every word and gesture. She would hang on his arm like a leech, laughing at every joke. (No matter how good.. or bad.)

Nimrod's Novelty

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

G’day, Gromet,

Thanks for your terrific site. For a long time I thought I was the only person like me in all the world - but now I’m one of the Gromet group! Your galleries and stories have been a real eye-opener and turn-on, and I’m always learning new tricks.

The latest one is Nimrod’s “Inflatable Mummy Sack,” an inflatable mattress rolled like a burrito, with pump attached. I have to tell you, it works! What a great idea.

The Perfect Donor 2

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

continued from part one

Part Three

As Tiffany continued to pat her self on the back for her great save; she was still holding her hand over my mouth. Then Donna whispered in a low voice, “You all most got me, that was a bad boy! What are we going to do now that you already had a misfire. First things were going to untie you from the table and only the table then will sit you up.” Then with a pain full flick on the head of my penis Donna says, “Don’t make a sound or you’ll be sorry do you understand?” I then nodded yes. Still Blindfolded I felt the hand go away from my mouth and my body being sat up. Tiffany then asks Donna, “Is it time for you know what?” Donna then replies, “I guess so, go and get it.” As I sat there on the table Mummified and Blindfolded my mind went blank, now what.

The Ultimate Display

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

Jenna was stood at the other side of the club. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and a shiny synthetic top, which caused her breasts to stand out well for all to see. I knew she loved bondage and it had become my goal to work with her friends to give her an experience she would never forget. It was hard to imagine a better body than the one that she possesses. She was about five foot, six inches tall, thin, athletic with very long brown hair, large, firm breasts and a gorgeous tan. I walked over to meet her and her friends, “Time to go” I said. I took her hand and led her out, her friends, Abby and Emma followed behind.

The Perfect Donor

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

It all started out with me having a totally rotten day, so I came up with this great idea I would go down and check out this new club that opened in my area, meaning the Philadelphia area. I called everyone to see if they wanted to go along but everyone was busy, so I decided I’d go anyway. I dressed up casual, but looked pretty good. When I arrived I walked in and glanced around for a moment and I noticed that there was a lot of women sitting by themselves, and judging by their looks they were in the mid twenty’s to thirty’s age group. After browsing I made my way to the bar and found a seat. I then ordered a Black Berry Brandy and 7up, which kicked off my start of a very interesting and erotic evening.

A Special Night

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

With two young children, having enough time to “play” was hard to come by. That is what made this evening so special. For some reason, my parents offered to watch the children for the weekend, giving us some time to be romantic without interruption.

Our “play” developed slowly over the first 8 years of our marriage. That was until this year when we hit a hot spot. I always knew my wife had a secret love for bondage. After all, both of our children were conceived while she was tied up and as hot as could be. Overnight, her secret came out and sent us on a passionate journey. As things progressed, the bondage became stricter. As the bondage became stricter, she enjoyed it more. That is what led me to my idea for this special night.

My Bondage Experiences

Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

My Bondage experiences started when I was young I would tie myself up as best as i could but never as good as I would have liked. Then came my teen’s I came across a girl friend called Ruby, the first love of my life from the first kiss to the first gentle feel, I was convinced this girl was for me. One night while sitting in my father’s car, in the back seat that was parked in our garage as this was one of the few places were we could be alone and enjoy a little feel and tickle, I told Ruby of my love for being tied up to my surprise she admitted she had indulged in a little self bondage as well on many occasions.

Mummification Mistress

Tue, 22 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

He had started to read all kinds of mummification stories when he was younger in the military. He started to read club magazine stories, and the diaries of a male slave, that belonged to a wonderful mistress. He could not get these thoughts out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried to forget them, he could not. He started to look in local chat rooms, and many fetish singles but to no avail, until one day. He found what he thought was a wonder women, that could fulfil his dreams and many years of frustrated fantasies. They started to talk online and eventually they progresses to calling each other on the phone, he was getting what he needed and he thought she was getting what she wanted - him.

Sorority Horror

Tue, 22 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

He had devised the perfect plan. He had been watching the sorority for months and had picked out the most beautiful six girls to be his unknowing victims. He had mailed out invitations to the girls a week before inviting them to spend the night in the “Haunted” house. The one who made it through the night he had offered $100,000 to. Though he really had planned to have six wonderful mummies by the end of the night and the $100,000 was going to stay in his pocket. It was now the night and the girls should be arriving soon.

The Volunteer 2

Mon, 30 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two The Volunteer written by rbd101

Ned awoke at the sound of a door opening. Panic seized him by the throat when he found that he could not open his eyes. He couldn’t even move. Even the yelled he made were muffled by an inflatable gag that filled his entire mouth. It was then that Ned slowly started to calm down and access the situation. He remembered yesterday. He remembered Dave and his mummification. He even remembered Steve and Jordan, another two unfortunate who fell into Dave’s trap. Light suddenly flooded into Ned’s eyes. With a muffled grunt, he squinted until his eyes grew accustomed to the bright light. A smiling face hovered over him. It was Dave. “Thirsty?” Dave asked.

The Volunteer

Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Ned was out of luck. He was out of a job and out of money. He was also three months behind his rent. The day had been yet another fruitless job search. Ned was desperate enough to try anything at this point. On his way up, he opened his mailbox and reached in, pulling out the usual junk mail. On any other day, Ned would have thrown them away without a second glance, but today, he scanned through them in hopes of finding a job offer, any job offer. Nothing.

Mummy Fun

Thu, 05 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

My slave and I had been getting together for bondage play for a few months. We especially like mummification.

I had her wrapped from throat to ankles in rose colored wrap and carefully lowered her onto the bed. This was somewhat difficult for two reasons. First she outweighs me by a few dozen pounds, second, I was wearing my favorite spike heeled, thigh high rubber boots. She was barely able to bend enough to sit on the edge of the bed. I slowly tipped her back until she lost her balance and plopped across the bed. I then lifted her legs and slid her the rest of the way on.

Second Adventure

Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

“Are you ready?” He asked softly.

I nodded. I needed this so badly. With my padded leather blindfold securely fastened behind my head and collar and leash attached at my neck, I began my trepid walk with my hands firmly bound behind my back, to our bedroom with him pulling at the leash.

I felt the coolness of the fresh air circumvent my freshly bathed body. My nakedness shuddered a little.

Eternal Mummy

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

Tales of the Crimson Succubus Eternal Mummy

Crimson Succubus knelt before Min, the Egyptian god of fertility. Wearing a crown surmounted by two tall plumes, Min sat upon a throne, his ever-erect cock leaking a white sap similar to a phallic-shaped type of lettuce found only in Akhmim, one of the deity’s most important sanctuaries.

“What do you wish of me, lord?” Succubus asked, her sanguine eyes downcast.

“My avatar Neferet, she has consorted with Isis. This indiscretion is not the first, but rather the latest in the infinite Eye of Horus. She is a nymph, one who cannot be sated even by my wondrous member.”

One Night

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

I lead her by the hand, deep into the warm summer forest. The night breeze is gentle, picking up the smell of lilac and jasmine. I don’t need to tug on the leash that is bound to her collar, she keeps pace with me all right. I don’t even have her arms bound behind her, as is my preference. The nipple clamps are there - some things you just can’t forget.

Taking Jenny

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

PROLOG: Tell me a story

Jenny lay back against the bed’s wooden footboard. I’d decided to keep the leather body harness on her – while technically unbound, the straps were tight and were easily embedded in her soft skin. I reached over and poured her another brandy, but I could tell by her eyes that she was close to stepping into sleepy land. We’d been fucking each other for going on six hours straight, me on top slapping her wonderful ass with the leather flogger, her tightening ropes that held me spread-eagled to the bed. This girl could think up the most horrid things to do to the male body whether she really followed through or not – in Jenny’s world, when you’re tied you’re just a product to be dealt with.

Figure Training

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

Note:�For background,you may want to read Ultraprene’s other stories, “The Academy Museum”�and “The Teleslave.” Acknowledgement:�I thank Fantasia and Jester for their generous help and suggestions.

One day Elizabeth read in a fetish publication that the Academy of Erotic Arts and Sciences was seeking volunteer subjects to test a new method of improving the female figure. Having visited the Academy Museum on a few occasions, she was aware of their excellent reputation and innovative projects. She thus phoned the Academy and was put in touch with John, the engineering Director and the Principal Investigator of the Figure project. He invited Elizabeth to visit the next day.

The Girl Next Door

Mon, 05 Nov 2001 00:00:00 +0000

It all starts with this fifteen year old girl, Who’s name was Lynn moved next door to me when I was about ten years old, Wow I was in Heaven she was the talk of the neighborhood, all the teenagers were trying to go out with her but of course I was way too young. As my parents got to know her they would occasionally ask her to watch me which to me this was great, we watched movies and joked around about everything. As we grew up together and she continued to watch me through the years until I was able to watch myself we became very close. When I became fourteen I was basically trusted by my Parents to watch myself, but they would ask Lynn to check on me occasionally anyway, which was still ok with me considering she was now nineteen and was gorgeous in every way possible.

A Fantasy that went Astray

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

It all started out with me getting the idea of finding a beautiful woman to fulfill a long forgotten fantasy. So I entered my name and interest in bondage personals and other personal websites hoping for a response of some sort but they were never answered. It seemed like there was no women interested in this type of bondage. Then I decided to seek an Escort Service thinking that they usually do anything for money, but at the same time thinking how can I trust just anyone to my fantasy. Let me tell you how desperation and wanting it to be fulfilled for years, that’s what drove the idea.

A Perfect Dream

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

This is a dream I had - it was so real and it felt like it was really happening to me. I hope that one day (soon) it does!

I was brought down into the basement, naked except for a blindfold. Leather wrist cuffs are locked onto my wrists and I am strung up to the hooks in the beams above me. I form a perfect Y balancing precariously on the balls of my feet. You gag me with the ingenious bit gag you made for me for Christmas. The straps are pulled tightly around my head, causing me to moan slightly. The eye hook that you have screwed into the front of the bit is attached to another eye hook that you have screwed into the beam above me. This forces me to arch my head back, rendering me completely helpless…and I love it! I feel you playing with my asshole and the feel the tip of the lubed up butt plug against the entrance of my ass. You slowly and gently push it up into my ass. You are pleased. It will come in handy later, you think wickedly to yourself. I hear you take a picture with the new digital camera…that’s good, because I want to see this when all is done!

A Work of Art 2

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

The sequel to ‘A Work Of Art’ is complete along with three possible endings. I would like to have your readers vote on the ending they like best, contact me on my blog Fesseln’s Fiction and let me know which ending is best.

Part 2

The word ‘punished’ sent cold shivers through Eileen’s entire body. Her imaginative mind pictured the various things that Mark could do to her and had done to her in the past. None of those things, however, she feared were to be her real punishment for cumming without permission. Whatever her punishment was to be, she knew it would be creative, stimulating and torturous.

Batgirl vs the Professor 10: Aftermath

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

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

Part 10: Aftermath

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

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

Be Careful What You Wish For...

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

Bondage Ballet Blues

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

I apologise for not talking to you, but this gag is stuck firmly in my mouth and I cannot say anything audible, so you will have to have a course in mind reading! I would like to take the gag out and tell you, but my hands are well, sort of tied up at the moment!

It started out as an ordinary week end. Margaret wanted to do something different. I just fancied going down to the pub as usual. But like an idiot, I gave in to her. She told me she had seen an advert for a ballet! Me and ballet? There is more chance of finding out Santa Claus really exists than me liking ballet. Bloody namby pambies. They should get a real job instead of prancing around like a bunch of lunatics! I told Margaret what I thought that. She still wanted to go!

Caught in the Act

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

Chapter 1 – The sackings.

Trevor Lansdale was a difficult man to work with. He had been brought in to sort out the company. He had put it back on its feet, but God help anyone who crossed him. He would sack them without blinking and eyelid. He thought he was the bees knees. A right trendy type with long wavy black hair.

This day in particular, he was having a bad day, a very bad day indeed. Orders for the packing cases his firm made had been cancelled and he had to make up the loss of income or his fiddle would be found out. He had been siphoning some of the firm’s money into his own account. He had been clever. Not even the auditors had spotted his clever bookwork fraud.

Cheetara In Mumm-Ra's Pyramid

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

Cheetara arrived at the black pyramid as the sun was going down. The place was creepy enough during daylight hours, in the dark with a constant clash of thunder and lightening all around, it was even more frightening. Steeling her resolve and running around the structure at super-speed, she quickly found a door into the lair of Third Earth’s most vile, wicked fiend; Mumm-Ra.

The entire tribe of warrior maidens had recently gone missing, and rumor had it the wretched bag of bones was the one behind it. If he was behind all their disappearances, Cheetara could only speculate as to how he managed to capture them all. Sure, he had the reptilian Slithe and those other repulsive mutants to do his bidding, but the lot of them were too dimwitted and clumsy to defeat and capture an entire village of skilled warrior women, let alone do it over night. As the only Thundercat not off world at the moment, it fell to Cheetara to investigate the matter.

Drive!!

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

Part One

Ever Increasing Bondage

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

The notion of being tied up had always held a strange fascination for Lauren, although until now her curiosity had lain dormant within her. Now, however, when the hint of an opportunity to actually participate arose, something stirred within her & she found herself desperately hoping that she was going to be able to experience firsthand something that had so far been merely a flight into fantasy.

The nineteen year old slim, attractive brunette was staying the weekend at the home of two of her old school friends, Jade & Jasmine. Their parents were away for a few days, so the identical twins had invited Lauren to stay over until Monday at their house in the country. Not so much a house really, as a small mansion, with old creaking stairs, rambling corridors, cellars, an attic, & more rooms than Lauren had ever bothered to count. The house was set in several acres of its own grounds & boasted an orchard & a walled garden. Reached only by a long driveway from the road, the idyllic setting was peaceful, isolated & secluded.

Ever Increasing Bondage 2

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

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage)

Part 2

Lauren stopped and looked up at the old house with some trepidation. It was more than six months since she’d last been here, but the memories of what had occurred over those two days were etched indelibly into her mind, and would forever remain so. The house and surrounding grounds were almost exactly as Lauren remembered them, except that now the first green buds and shoots of spring had been replaced with the russet brown, red and yellow hues of autumn. The setting was peaceful and remote; idyllic in fact. But for the twenty year old female making her way up the long driveway, the sight of this rambling building, with its uneven tiles, crooked chimneys and ivy-clad brickwork, held mixed emotions. For it was here that her friends – the twins Jasmine and Jade – had subjected her to an ordeal that, she had assumed at the time, was to read as the final chapter to her short life on earth.

Figure Training

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

Note: For background,you may want to read Ultraprene’s other stories, “The Academy Museum” and “The Teleslave.” Acknowledgement: I thank Fnatasia and Jester for their generous help and suggestions.

Maria in Chains

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

Hi Gromet

I thought I’d drop you a line and tell you about a little session my girlfriend Maria and I had recently.

From time to time, Maria will help me out with research for my stories by volunteering to test certain bondage situations. She doesn’t test every one (Wow! That would be great!) but she will help me out when I need her input as to what a certain bondage feels like. I couldn’t tell you the number of times that a bondage situation I had created for my characters had been changed or simply eliminated due to this research.

Meeting Jenny

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

story

Meeting Jenny by Toran

Part One – The Trip Over

I was wired. The plane was cruising along, the subtle weave and bob of flight having almost a calming effect. I was everything but calm. The stewardess breezed past me and I distractedly wondered what her tight little ass would look like with angry red welts criss-crossing it. I shook my head and went back to gazing out the window at the roof of clouds.

Meeting Jenny

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

(story continues from Meeting Jenny)

story

Meeting Jenny by Toran

Part Four – Pleasure Before Business

Gentle nudging, followed by soft moaning in my ear was how I woke to my last day in Merry London town. The dream I’d just left had my black haired and bit-gagged Jenny chained to a stone pillar in the middle of a pyramid’s tomb, naked except for the jeweled nipple clamps swinging from each breast and the thin spiked collar around her neck. Black asps were everywhere and she frantically tried to kick them away from her toes and feet but the chains on her ankles were too short. I sat a distance back, wondering just how long I could hold out with her helpless the way she was before I would have to get to it and fuck her brains out.

Missed Meeting

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

Mummification and Encasement Club The Missed Meeting

I have been into mummification and bondage for quite a few years. My perspective and the pleasure that I derive from it has always been from the wrapper’s viewpoint. I have experienced and enjoyed being the wrappee on a few occasions. This story is dedicated to that experience.

Becky will be sorry she missed the July meeting of the Mummification and Encasement Club. Bob and Becky were supposed to meet at the Jones’s house. They were traveling to the meeting separately, due to work commitments. After the initial drinks and socializing, as soon as the roll call was taken at the beginning of the meeting, Bob knew he was in trouble. There he was sitting all by his lonesome, with Becky, nowhere to be found.

Model X2020

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

Set in the near future:

Part 1

Lauren had been getting bored over the summer vacation, she had been off Uni’ for months but hadn’t bothered with getting a job, her father was millionaire and had bought her the penthouse flat she stayed in. She stayed there with two other girls the same age as her, 23, but they had gone home for the summer.

She was going out her mind with boredom, she had taken to ordering anything and everything from the home shopping channels, the delivery man was a bit dishy and she had even managed to get him in for a cup of coffee the last time, though that was all.

Model X2020 2

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

Set in the near future:

Part 2: When Katrina returns

When Katrina returned to the flat the first thing she noticed was the door looked different, but she thought nothing of it when the her keys worked the same as they had before she had left for the summer.

She looked around for signs of Lauren, there were no new newspapers or magazines, the place was stuffy and there was no electricity. Katrina went out the corner shop and bought a power card for the meter, then returned and started to make the flat more inhabitable, open windows, turning on the heating etc.

Mummification Scene

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

First written September 10, 2000. A scene within a relationship prior to my beloved butterfly. This is still one of my favourite activities. Works up a sweat for top and bottom!

Tools/Materials used:

A small roll to use for the head wrapping. A huge roll of saran wrap from a hardware superstore. Red duct tape. Paramedic scissors purchased at a health supply store. Two tennis balls. (These balls are too big, smaller tension balls where the fingers cover would probably be better or nothing at all) A fruit juice bottle. (In hindsight, should use sport bottle with straw) Ice

Mummification Story

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

Here is something I worte do not know if it is any good or not and you can post if you think it is worthy…. You can use my email address so others can tell me if it is also… But i do not think that it is too bad for my first crack at it. Let me know.

Ramitnow. ==***==

My girlfriend and I were getting ready for bed one night. I was just getting in the shower when she told me to make sure that I shaved. I thought that this was odd but oh well. I took my shower and dried off and climbed naked into bed with her.

Mummified and Eaten

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

Mummified and Eaten 2.1

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

Part 1

“Honey, I’m hungry.” Sala’s husband put her book down and looked at her curiously.

“Really? You just ate a month ago.” A mischievous smile crept onto Sala’s face.

“Yes, I know. But this one…” She rubbed her smooth and cool belly “…is all done. I’m feeling up for more meat.”

Mummified and Eaten 2.2

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

(story continues from Mummified and Eaten 2.1)

Part 2

For Sala and Ralph, the night was full of pleasure and happiness as the two shared their love for each other.

For Alex and Samantha, the night was one of terror, of breathing through tubes, struggling to overcome the panic that gripped them. With no references for time, it ceased to exist.

Mummified and Eaten: Orca Snack

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

There’s no grim stuff in this one. No deaths, no blood, just affection and care.

Mummified and Eaten: Orca snack By Darkraptor11

It was a great life she had.

Mummy Scene Report

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

I friend from the alt.discuss. news group I frequent posted this. She (call her Anita ) gave me premission to send this to you to use. Could you please post it on your site. She is a relitive newbie and does not want to be flooded with e-mails. But for a newbie I think she did quite well.

Mummy scene report

For quite some time I have had a fantasy of being mummified. Not having a Dom, and being too chicken to do it to myself, I enlisted (begged) the help of a good and trusted semi-kinky nilla friend. While he is not into bdsm, he has several fetishes of his own and is very kink friendly. He is someone that I trust with my life. Don’t think I could have done this without knowing and trusting the wrapper well. This is how it went:

Plaster Boy

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

‘Miserable weather! What will we do today?’ I asked.

My mistress rolled over and looked at me with those deep brown eyes I loved so much. She smiled and said, ‘Well there is no risk of you overheating today, how about we give my idea a run?’

Plastic Statue

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

Danielle and Ann had been best friends since high school. In fact in Senior high they had become more than that, they became lovers, and they still were to this day. They were not mutually exclusive however, they were both bi, lived their own lives and saw themselves as eventually getting married to guys and having kids but the relationship between them was something special. They were also quite bright and had done very well at high school and were now at uni. Danielle had won a scholarship with a major chemical company and was now in the forth and final year of her uni degree studying to be a biochemist. Ann had been accepted into medicine and was in her forth year of training to be a doctor.

Sara’s Terrifying Adventure

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

Hello gromet this is my first attempt at a self bondage story.

Sara’s Terrifying adventure

I will start off by saying I am 32 years old and I have been doing some bondage modelling for the past year and a half, but I have been into bondage for about 10 years. My husband introduced me to it.

It was a Saturday morning and my husband was working till noon. I was in the shower when I decided to give him a big surprise when he came home. I got out of the shower and did my hair and make up. Then I dressed how I knew he would like me to be. I put on a pretty pair of pink satin bikini panties. I then put on some thigh highs and 5" high heels.

Self Mummification

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

It is a history truth that I had him there to one year already. It is the first that I write and I hope that her you enjoy. I am French and forgiven me if the translation is not very good. If you like, contact me: guitou@infonie.fr

Technique:

I constructed a big adhesive leaf (2m x 1,5m). For it I used a complete roller of adhesive ribbon that I joined strip by strip between distant two posts of two meters and regaining every passage of a good centimeter on the five centimeters of large of the roller. I wove this leaf therefore on a height of 1m50, I can applied other strip of my roller across this canvas to solidify it so that strips don’t separate himself if I tried to bend me in two. Once my finished work, I took off my leaf finely of the two posts and put him over to dish sticky face on the on my bed (a bed of two no one grant I had withdrawn sheets and cover).

Self Mummification 2

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

A well animated self mummification:

This real history occurred in ‘94 on the place from my work when I was still paid. Often I left the office in the last and an evening I benefited from the empty buildings to give up myself with my passion. The accessories available were large plastic bags and rolls of adhesive tape of packing. I thus started by fixing two uncurlers of adhesive tape at a foot of table. The advantage system was to be able to roll up me these ribbons all while maintaining a tension of the tape. I overlapped the head with a small bag out of plastic and am wrapped to me with the adhesive tape of packing while having taken care to leave an opening on the level of the nose. I thus was muzzled and plugged.

Smart Duct Tape 2

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

The story of the *smart* duct tape. - The SEQUEL!

Brief Synopsis:

After the DT9000 finished with Sharna in the first story, it shut down and awaited its owner to either upgrade the unit or turf it with the trash. However, Sharna’s neighbour, after hearing nothing from Sharna for nearly two days, decides to come by and see if she is ok. Upon finding the house seemingly deserted, she enters through a window that Sharna often leaves open by habit, and soon finds Sharna wrapped tightly in the lounge room.

Snow Day

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

It was a snowy December night, it had been snowing for the past few days and there was about 3 feet of snow on the ground and it was expected to keep snowing for another 3 days. No one was leaving his or her houses because it was so hard to get around. Basically my town was completely shut down. So I made myself some popcorn and popped in my favourite movie. I was going to spend a third day trapped in my house so to speak. While the movie was going on I realized that the snow continued to come down, I’m talking huge flakes the size of golf balls.

Suspension

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

It was late Friday night, and as always, I had looked forward to my boyfriend coming to my dorm after he was finished working for the week, so that we could have some close time, just the two of us. He had been telling me recently that he wanted to try something new on our little weekend get togethers, but refused to say what it was. I begged and begged, but still he kept mum. That is, until THIS weekend!!! That’s when everything changed.

The Sentence

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

Part One

For however long I have left - the words will echo in my ears. I’d quiver with fright, if only my grotesquely incapacitated body would let me. I knew long before I was forcibly dragged into the chamber that my future was not likely to involve fun and games. I never, ever learned to obey a master, despite my love of bondage and a desire to submit to restraint.

The Spoiled Boy

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

There was however a storm brewing. She knew well the maelstrom brewing inside her thoughts, what she did not know however was how deep into the pit she was about to descend.

Tight Wrap

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

Normally, I like to set up my stories with some background which paints a picture for the exciting scene to follow. This time, I will flat out tell you that I got wrapped up in Glad Wrap! And it was so exciting, I will go into great detail. I had been wrapped up before, and I had even mentioned that I had been done up by a client at Heather’s Dungeon in Colorado. I enjoyed it, but it was relatively short a session compared to what Joyce did to me.

Total Enclosure

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

Trust me I'm a Doctor

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

Its funny it seems to me most people who come to hospital seem to think all the staff are real nice people the sort that butter would not melt in there mouth types and would never get involved in anything like bondage. Well taken on the whole I suppose you are right, having joined the health service as a school leaver I must admit there are a lot of bottom pinchers, a lot of male personnel who would love to lay you, telling you how much they love you and that their wife does not understand them.

Virtual Bondage

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

Chapter one: “The Web”

How on Earth had this happened? Cindy wondered. To be stuck literally like a bug in this huge spiders web! She struggled against the sticky web to no avail. The more she struggled, the more filaments from the web entangled her arms and legs. She couldn’t move, she was just not getting anywhere! The web strands were actually soft on her skin, but they were as strong as steel. They were coated with a sticky glue substance that once touched by anything would not let go. No amount of struggle or pulling would find release.