Pantyhose

The creak of ropes, the clink of handcuffs, all a continuing symphony of Laura’s futile struggles to free herself over the past however many hours it had been. She had no idea of the precise length of her bondage. Her world was set in darkness from the blindfold she had placed there. Time had slipped by without meaning as she enjoyed the biting pressure of ropes lashing her and the predicament she had set for herself. Her escape plan had failed, and now she was genuinely trapped in a web of her own making awaiting her fate. ...

I didn’t know what to say to Phillip. His right hand moved to the top of my dress. It zippered from top to bottom. He fingered the gold zipper. “I’m just curious, Terri. How did you choose this dress for the occasion?” he asked. I smiled. I was standing with my back to him, studying the lavish drapery of the large room. The dress was made of shiny black spandex – skintight and with a micro-miniskirt hem. I never had worn a dress this revealing. A pair of black silk pantyhose and pumps of the same color with a five-inch stiletto heel completed my outfit. ...

5: Kim’s Prom Dress Kim stood in the dark hallway in her parents’ house. “Come on Kimberly, like you practiced!” she whispered to herself and reached her hand out for the door handle. Kim’s stomach turned when she saw that she was shaking. She drew in a hissing breath and pushed down on the handle. Her mother and stepfather were sitting on the sofa in the living room and when Kim opened the door, she immediately felt their eyes on her. ...

Chapter Two “What will our second night together bring, Carrie?” Ken asked. “Well, Ken. The world is our oyster – and you’re the pearl,” I replied, as I undid the wire cage holding the Champagne cork. Ken and I were lounging in the living room of my hotel suite. He fetched two flutes from the kitchen. I popped the cork. “To us – and the momentous decision we need to make about tonight,” I said. ...

My husband kissed me lightly on the lips. “Heading out to the airport, baby,” Kevin whispered. “I’m running late.” I checked the clock — 5 a.m. Ugh. “Make a lot of money, honey,” I replied, struggling to say something coherent. My husband was en route to Dublin for a long business trip. He pulled back the bedsheet to reveal my lingerie; a lace baby doll chemise in deep grey. It was what I had put on several hours earlier, hoping we would have steamy sex. But Kevin had to work late and he said he was too tired to fuck by the time he returned home. He was very apologetic. ...

Part 1 When I knocked on the door to her doublewide, she met me wearing jean shorts and a braless tank top. I took a good long look at her and smiled. “A bit short on words but a smile like that was one of the responses I was hoping for. Come in. Can I get you something to drink?” “Coke, with ice, unless they’re ice cold cans.” I can give you either, so which will it be?” ...

Part 1: “Bored” I swiped my student card as I passed the cashier in the canteen. Around dinner time it was usually quiet, with only a few students left, dispersed around the establishment. I liked it here. The food was on par, and we were on good terms with the staff. Isabelle followed me with her tray and we sat down at one of the corner tables. “Quite a shitty exam. I don’t think I’ll pass this one” I talked with a mouthful of spaghetti. ...

Chapter 1 We were in the basement cafeteria of the school next to the church, having a social after Sunday services. I was new to the congregation, so I was busy making small talk with the regulars. They were trying to make me feel welcome. We were all sipping coffee and I was trying to fit in. They seemed interested that I had moved here to rural Kentucky from Los Angeles. I told them I just wanted to live a quiet life away from the maddening bustle of the big city. Considering how little we had in common, the conversations stayed very shallow. I told them about some of the famous attractions in Southern California and how it was a great place to visit. Many of the men seemed interested in my stories about the battleship, USS Iowa, that is now permanently anchored in the San Pedro harbor. The women seemed much more interested when I talked about the museums I had frequented when I lived there. All in all it was a pleasant meet and greet, but I was thankful when it broke up and we all headed out to our cars. ...

So, this starts off like any other adventure, with me planning all the planned plans. Think Merry Christmas Baby stuck under the tree on Christmas Eve for Santa to find. But, of course, that can’t go as planned. It never does. I had it all planned out, as per usual, but it never goes like I want it to go. Or maybe it does. Hell, I dunno anymore. The first thing I did was reach out to Mistress and let her know I was going to do something stupid. ...

If you read my last story, you know this about me. My favourite kind of bondage/release is where I am forced to struggle long and hard in order to get to my release. I love the struggle and I want to remain tightly tied until I put in the effort and earn my release. I love when the ropes offer little movement, with my release hours of hard struggling away. There just isn’t a better time to cum than when you’re tightly bound, muscles fighting against the ropes. ...

story continued from part one Part Two For a few seconds, the sound of the closing door reverberated around the room, rattling the metal shelves on which were stored thousands of pairs of tights and stockings. But this cornucopia of hosiery in all its variety of styles, sizes, colours and deniers, was of no interest to Fiona right now, as her focus was centred upon the numerous pairs that had been taken from their packets and used to enshroud her. Just how many pairs was she encumbered by altogether? Including the pair worn in conventional fashion, she estimated that there were eleven. She may have miscalculated of course, such had been the whirlwind nature of her journey into this world of encasement, that she really wasn’t certain whether a pair or two might have slipped her notice. ...

Part One Fiona gazed out of the window at the October sunset and smiled. The slim, attractive, twenty year old was more than pleased with her first week working here, but now she was looking forward to a quiet weekend of relaxation. She checked her watch. Nearly four thirty; only half an hour to go now. As this fact registered in her brain, however, the door opened slightly and the head of her boss, Monica, suddenly appeared in the ensuing gap. ...

Well, here we are again with our intrepid heroine blah blah blah, I did sumpthin stupid. Allllthooough, I could argue that this one isn’t entirely my fault. Mostly. Ya know what, noop, not my fault. You ever have one of those moments that’s 13.3% YAY! And 86.7% you have GOT to be fucking kidding me right now? So yeah, kinda like that. Sooooo … my mother is a lovely woman, bless her heart, and she is super sneaky with gifting gifts, sometimes. Like the time I got my new place. A two bedroom 1 ½ bath house on nearly two acres an hour outside of medium-ish sized college town. It was nearly perfect, with an almost two car garage, new hardwood floors, granite countertops, all new kitchen appliances in matte black (take that smudgy fingerprints!), super-duper Jacuzzi tub, a walk-in shower big enough for at least three people to, ya know, walk in, tank-less hot water heater, a walk-in closet I could get lost in, shaddup, ceiling fan in every room, seven-day smart thermostat, and a cute little patio with a sliding glass door. All the amenities a girl could ever want, AND a 5-meter x 4-meter storage building just beyond the patio, just in case I need to hide for a little while and de-stress, just for a day or three. ...

This is one of those adventures that starts off simple enough, but in true Tonya fashion, things get all pear shaped soon enough. Somehow this nitwit decided that she needed to do a black and white tie then managed to pull it apart into two separate ties, and knowing her, prolly two more swirled ones somewhere down the road. She got it in her cobwebby little head that the white out adventure would be first, followed a week or so later by the “Black Out” version, which would be more ominous and, ya know, blackouty … blackoutish … dark. The others would follow later. In theory, the first one would be a trial run for the second adventure to test some ideas and found out what it would be like to be stuck after dark in the new office. ...

story continued from part six Part 7 And to think that it all started out like a normal Saturday morning self-bondage session. I’m sure many of you know the drill: Tie yourself up, insert gag and seal lips with duct tape, apply a blindfold, handcuff yourself behind your back, with the key placed strategically so that it will be difficult – but not impossible - to reach, then revel and luxuriate in your perceived state of complete helplessness for an hour or three. That was the plan at any rate. And at first, everything seemed to be going well. ...

I have been reading stories from Grommet’s Selfbound site for half my life and I am loooong overdue to give back. I have gotten so many ideas, inspiration and entertainment from reading the stories over the years here. Thank you all that have contributed or just visited as I am sure without the visitors, this site may not have lasted so long. I will make a special call out to one contributor in particular, with whom I use to correspond with way back. She honoured me in one of her stories, calling me one of her heroes. I am most flattered as she is certainly a friend, a hero and inspiration to me. Can you find which story? ...

Hi My Name is John I am married with children and very happy. My wife knows about my fetish and tries to help me in sessions. I have been wearing leotards, tights, pantyhose & ballet slippers since I was 6 years old. My sister used to dress me in her ballet outfits to play around the house, I grew to love the feel of these sexy clothes. As I got older and sexually excited at about 11 years old I have got a huge erection under my leotard and tights. When my sister saw this she laughed and said she will fix it. She slipped her shoe off and rubbed her pantyhose covered foot over my bulge and I came real hard for the first time filling my tights. My sister said ok now you’re better and went about her business. ...

(story continues from Four Hands are Better then Two! 3) Part 4 Chapter 6 Jen then says sounds good to me, let him build up his stamina for us, after hearing that I could feel him flex several times as the ladies looked on and laughed. I still had the Anal Stimulator in, Ball Bondage going on and a Cock Ring still in place. Jen asked me if I was thirsty and to nod yes, I was drained and had dry mouth from the gag, she then said she would get me some water. As Jen walked over to this cooler that was placed on the floor, she opened the lid and took out what looked like a bottle of water, poured some into a glass. Jen walked around Lorene and held the water and a straw in front of me, as Lorene told me to keep quiet while there removing the gag or I would have to answer to them. ...

Amber was often described as beautiful, at 5'6" tall with a great 36d, 24, 36 figure, natural dark red hair that swept 1/2 way down her back and green eyes. Her legs were stunning from her gorgeous ass down to her size 6.5 shapely feet. She kept herself expertly groomed and hair free from the neck down, her main reason she loved the feel of nylon, cool and smooth against her skin, especially on her shaved pussy and long shapely legs. Her preferred color was suntan of course and she always wore them with everything also preferring to match them with open toed high heeled sandals showing off her polished toes. She had left home at 18 to go to the city and had worked her way through college at a local establishment whose waitresses were know for beauty and hose. It had been a long 4 years but she had just graduated and was considering her options. Her family had not agreed with her leaving home and so she had become estranged, no one even showed up for her graduation from college. She had no current boyfriend, previous ones had indulged her to varied degrees in her nylon and bondage fetishes, non to the degree she needed, so she mostly relied on her roommate, Samantha, herself a nylon lover and more dominant than Amber, at 5'5" 36/25/37, she was a stunning blonde, blue eyed gal who fit Amber’s needs and personality perfectly. She worked in the same establishment, but usually different shifts which meant Amber could count on spending lots of time alone tightly encased in her pantyhose and bondage until Samantha returned from work. Her admirer in the dim light was Joe; he had first seen Amber about 6 months prior at the restaurant when Sam (Samantha) was his server. He had asked her who she was and later Sam introduced them, on a rare shift that they worked together. Joe was a private contractor in the field of shall we say surveillance and recovery for hire. He was in his mid 30’s 5'10", dark tan, short cropped dark hair, with a muscular build and piercing dark eyes. He liked her right from the start and made it his business to find out all he could about her. ...

It was the mid 1970’s and I was in my first year of college. Wanting to thoroughly enjoy college life I pledged for a fraternity. Another pledge, Tommy and I were instructed to come to the fraternity house one Friday afternoon during the pledging process. Once there we were given the task of staging a panty raid on one of the sororities. The school’s administrators had decided that these raids had become too frequent and were a security problem so they had issued a warning against future raids. As they had implied police involvement I was none too excited about our task. “Hey guys, I don’t need something like this on my record. Can’t we do something else?” I asked. ...

UNIVERSAL REMOTE “Chris, any new leads on a new job?” my girlfriend Tina asked when she came home from work. “Not yet,” I responded wryly. “I had the two interviews I told you about today but I’m not too confident about them.” I finished. She came over to where I was sitting on the couch looking at job postings on my laptop and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Well keep looking, you’ll find one that will pan out.” “Yeah, I hope so. I hate that you are forced to support us both while I’m unemployed.” I said with a grimace. “Oh, you got a package from your uncle today. It’s on the kitchen counter.” “Oh? Sweet! I haven’t heard from him for a long time. I hope he sent me something cool.” She said as she quickly went to get the package. I heard her tearing open the package and then silence. I soon forgot about what she was doing and was engrossed in looking at job postings again when she came bounding back into the living room and plopped down next to me on the couch. “Chris! You have to see this!” she said excitedly. I looked at what she held in her hand. It was a nondescript TV remote control. At least it looked like a TV remote. It seemed to have more buttons on it than a normal remote. “Is that a universal remote for our electronics?” I asked finally. “Heh, funny you should call it that. It will control our electronics BUT it will control other things as well!” she finished coyly. “Huh, what are you talking about? What other things?” I asked. “My uncle is a scientist that works on some pretty high end stuff. According to his note this remote taps into the ‘local quantum fields that surround all things.’” She said with air quotes. “This remote can alter those fields transforming what ever you point it at turning it into whatever you program into the remote!” She finished breathlessly. “Haha, this isn’t April you know. April fools was months ago.” I said sarcastically. “No, no! I already tested it in the kitchen! It really works! Watch this!” she then pointed it at my lap top and after a couple of button pushes I felt the laptop vibrate in my hands. I looked down at it and to my utter disbelief it morphed into an iPad! “Wha!!!! I dropped the iPad in shock and stared at Tina stunned. “See! See? Can you imagine what fun we could have with this??” She said hopping up and down. “Whoa! Hold on a second. Is this thing safe? This seems really weird…” I finished at a loss of words to describe what I was feeling. Tina then came in close to me and wrapped her arm in mine and leaned in close. Tina is 5’8”, 135 pounds and all curves. She was truly out of my league. She was using ALL of her feminine wiles on me right now. “Cone on Chris, the thought of using this remote really ‘pushes all of the right buttons’ with me!” She said is her throatiest, most seductive whisper. “Oy” I groaned at the pun. “Let’s see what we can do with this.” My laptop wound up being many other things before the night was over. Intimate things that we used that night… When morning came around I was still dozing in bed while Tina was getting ready for work. I was she had a smart looking business skirt suit staged. It was a black pinstripe skirt suit with a knee length A-line skirt and a white blouse. I also noticed she had stockings and garters out instead of panty hose. That meant that she was still feeling frisky from last night and that tonight was going to be fun again! She came out of the bathroom with her make-up done and started doing a reverse strip tease while getting dressed! She twirled her bra around before putting it on. Same with her garters and panties. My ‘little Chris was at full attention by the time she slid her dark gray stocking up her shapely legs and attached them to the garters. With that she paused and gave me a seductive, smoldering look and said. “You have any plans today big boy?’ “Just more of the same, looking at the job posts.” I said hoarsely, her routine had me really turned on. “So, no interviews or appointments?” She asked in that same seductive tone. “Nope.” I said. “Good! Then you are coming to work with me!” She said as she held up the remote and pointed it at me! “AH! Now wait a minu…” That was all I got out when I felt my form vibrate and melt. I started shrinking and I could see Tina running up to the edge of the bed with a gleeful look on her face. It felt really weird again when all of the sudden I felt my self split in two. “OH. MY. GOD! You came out perfect!!” Tina squealed in delight. She scooped me up off the bed and immediately slid me on her feet and went to her full length mirror. She stood there admiring me in the mirror talking to me but I didn’t hear a word she said. I was too busy staring at what Tina had done to me. I was no longer a human being. I wasn’t a ‘being’ at all! I was a thing. A pair of things! A pair of black four inch heeled stilettos!! Before I could fully wrap my head around what just happened she set the remote down on the dresser and scooped up her handbag and headed off to work. WHILE WEARING ME! It was weird at first. Walking on the carpet felt good and the flex of my material as she walked was exquisite. When she stepped out of the house and starting walking on the sidewalk to the bus stop the feelings changed. Being walking in on the concrete was jarring. Not painful but different. It was…pleasurable. All of it. I was fulfilling my new purpose, protecting Tina’s feet from the ground all while helping her look fantastic! When she made to her office she sat down and went to work. She seemed to be really fidgety. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and sighing deeply. I was reveling in the feeling of her dangling my left half from her foot when she abruptly put me all the way on and rushed to the bathroom and shut herself in a stall. She hiked up her skirt and started playing with herself through her panties. After a couple of minutes she snatched my right half off her foot and starting rubbing the toe part of me against her. She moved faster and faster she finally stopped, pushing me hard against her folds and started trembling. She just masturbated at work using me to get herself off! I soon didn’t care as the sensations caused me to black out. *********************** ‘Oh my god! I’ve never done anything like that at work before! I was so horny at the thought of actually wearing Chris as shoes that I couldn’t help myself!’ Tina thought as she was rinsing the half of Chris that she used to pleasure herself with. She finished composing herself and calmly walked back to her desk. She worked for a couple more hours till lunch time and went outside to make phone call. She pulled her iPhone out of her purse and called her friend Beverly. “Hello?” Beverly answered. “Oh my god Bev! You are NOT going to believe what just happened!” Tina said excitedly. After a few minutes of reminding Bev of her uncle and then telling her about the remote and what she had done with it last night and today Bev said. “THAT IS SO HOT! Are you REALLY wearing Chris as your shoes right now?” “Yes, I really am! It’s so amazing! I can’t even tell that he was anything but a pair of shoes. His soles even are showing scuff marks from walking on him! I really want to find out how this is for him but I left the remote at home.” Tina replied. “I am SO meeting you at you house tonight after work Tina! I have to see this remote in action!” Bev said excitedly. “Sounds good! I’ll see you tonight!” Tina said happily. The rest of the day dragged for Tina as she was still really turned on wearing Chris. She would frequently dangle him from her feet while she had her legs crossed. She would lovingly stroke his shiny, patent material and his stiletto heels while answering phone calls. When it was finally closing time she practically ran outside to the bus stop. When Tina got outside she was surprised to see Beverly standing next to her convertible waving at her. “Over here Tina! I’ll give you a ride home!” She said. They made small talk on the way to Chris and Tina’s apartment. When they hurried inside Beverly said. “Where is this remote?” Tina kicked Chris off at the door and ran back to the bedroom for the remote. When she got back out to the living room Bev had one of the stilettos that was Chris in her hands turning him over and over examining him meticulously. “This is amazing! This used to be Chris?” Bev asked. “Still is Chris according to my uncle. He’s just been rearranged.” Tina beamed. “Any chance you want to try it out too?” She asked. “Are you kidding! Why do you think I’m here! What do you have in mind?” Bev asked expectantly. Tina walked over and gently took the remote form Bev and said coyly. “You will just have to wait and see now won’t you.” Tina then pointed the remote at Bev before she had a chance to say anything and a big purple dildo clattered down on the floor in the spot where Beverly had been standing. Tina slowly bent down and picked her friend now dildo up and without a word to it walked back to the bedroom with it. ****************** Morning came around and Tina groggily turned her alarm off and slowly got out of bed. She walked to the bathroom and started the shower. She smiled at the purple dildo sitting where she had left it last night after using it to the point of exhaustion. She got ready for the morning and picked out another one of her black work outfits so she could wear Chris again. This time is was a black and grey pantsuit. She went to her dresser and discovered that she didn’t have any more clean pantyhose. “Hm, it looks like Beverly is going to be going to work with me today too.” Tina said as she walked into the bath room with the remote and walked out a few minutes later carrying the remote and a new pair of black pantyhose. The dildo was nowhere to be found. As almost an afterthought Tina decided to put the remote in her purse and take it to work with her. Tina was just as horny today as she was yesterday only even more so since she was wearing two people instead of just one. Both times she went to relieve her sexual tension in the bathroom she pleasured herself by rubbing herself with Chris through the soft nylon pantyhose that was now Beverly. The thought of it being a threesome at work sent her over the edge multiple times. At lunch time Tina took her lunch outside to eat and spent the time checking her Facebook and twitter. All the while rubbing her thigh and dangling one of her stilettos. When her lunch was over she stood up and tripped a little bit while sliding Chris back on her foot and her iPhone went tumbling to the ground, shattering the screen! “Oh crap!” Tina shouted drawing the stares of other co-workers outside. She gathered up her broken phone and went back in to her desk. “What am I going to do? I have insurance on my phone but with Chris not working we don’t have a lot of spare money to pay the deductible right now…” Tina thought to herself while staring sadly at her shattered phone. She started back on her work while pondering her broken phone. After a while it finally dawned on her that she had the remote with her! She thought on that for a moment and went to the bathroom with her purse. She went in to a stall and pulled the remote out of her purse and took a moment to program it and aimed it at her broken iPhone. Just before she pushed the execute button she a thought dawned upon her. “Waaaiiit a minute! I have a better idea!” She thought as she glanced down at her stilettos with an evil grin. Tina took her pants and the Beverly pantyhose off. She typed in a new command on the remote pointed it at the pantyhose. The pantyhose quickly morphed into an exact duplicate of the heels patiently waiting on the floor. She put her pants back on and slipped the Beverly stilettos onto her feet instead of the Chris stilettos. She pushed some buttons on the remote and aimed it at Chris. Chris’ two halves merged back into one and started changing shape, shrinking even further until an iPhone identical to her real phone lay there on the floor. Tina squealed in delight and scooped Chris up and went back to her desk. ************** “Whoa! What’s going on now? I was enjoying my time on owner’s feet and, wait… Owner?? Tina’s feet and then I felt like she changed me again. In to what though.” Chris thought as he was startled out of the almost non-thinking state he had fallen into. ************** Tina then started trying to use Chris like the phone he now was and nothing was working. Chris powered on ok but she couldn’t make a phone call. She just got a network message saying that her phone was not authorized. Then it occurred to her. “Duh! I need to insert my SIM card before he will work with my service…” She thought with a grimace. ************** “OH MY GOD! her drawing her fingers across me is turning me on! Oh gosh! I think she is calling someone! I must be a phone now! This feels amazing!” Chris was in non stop pleasure while Tina was moving though his menus and trying to make a call. “Huh, she could not make a call with me. that’s a bummer. Wait did I hear her right? She said she needs to put her SIM card in me? What will happen to me? Oh my! Her opening my SIM ca….” Chris’s thoughts were all over the place up until Tina popped his sim card slot open and then there was nothing… ************** “There, that’s better!” Tina said after she hung up from the test call she just made. Tina finished up the last couple of hours her shift in blissful ignorance that she effectively lobotomized her boyfriend, now iPhone. The bus ride home was uneventful. Tina spend most of the bus trip home surfing the internet and checking email on Chris. She was disappointed that she did not have any of her apps at first but realized that made a certain amount of logic. “Oh well, I’ll just load him up from my last backup.” she thought merrily, turned on once again that she was holding her boyfriend literally in the palm of her hands! Tina immediately plugged Chris into her computer and starting syncing him to her last backup. She then took Beverly off her feet, grabbed the remote and went back to the bedroom punching in a new command in to the remote. After a few hours Tina and Beverly were sitting in the living room chatting about the last couple of days. “Tina! That remote is the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced!” Bev said with her arms around herself shuddering with remembered pleasure. “I know right? Although I feel kind of guilty about Chris. I didn’t exactly get permission to transform him. I just sprung it on him by surprise.” She said guiltily glancing over to her computer table where Chris was still plugged in to her computer, her information long since synced. “Oh, he’ll be fine with it if the pleasure he felt was even a fraction of what I experienced!” Bev said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I hope so! I’ll promise him he can turn me into whatever he wants this weekend. Well, I had better use the remote to fix my broken phone and turn Chris back to normal…” Tina said, sad that the fun was over for the moment. “Well, let me make a phone call and you can use me as your phone till this weekend or even beyond. I’ll just let my boyfriend that I had a family emergency and will be out of touch for a few days….” She said with a coy look. “Ha! You sure about that Bev?” Tina asked. “Give me five minutes.” was all Bev said as she walked out of the room. ************** “..ard slot!!! Huh? What happened? everything in front of me is different. Oh! I feel myself changing again!” Chris thought as he came back in to being. A couple of seconds later Chris was back to normal. “Huh, THAT was an experience!” He said as he looked a Tina. She enveloped him is a big hug and gave him a lingering kiss. “I’m sorry for ambushing you with the remote the other morning.” She said contritely. I was SOOO turned on I let my lust get the best of me.” “Eh, i was all upset for about two seconds until you started walking with me on your feet. Then the pleasure I felt the rest of the time made me forgive you.” I said returning the hug. “Although, I think something weird happened when I was your phone. I think I blacked out for most of that time.” I said with concern. She winced and said. “Yeah, I forgot I pulled the SIM card that was in you out and put the one from my phone in its place. I tried to transform you back to normal with mine in you and nothing happened. I got really worried and started panicking until Beverly calmed me down and help me figure out what happened.” “SO I didn’t black out then. You essentially removed my brain. That makes a certain kind of sense I guess. So you put my SIM back in and I was able to be me again?” I asked. “Yeah, sorry you didn’t get to enjoy your time as a phone.” She said. That made me laugh out loud. “HA! even now that sounds unreal and ridiculous! Did Beverly go home already?” “Nope. I turned you into my phone because I dropped mine and it broke. She volunteered to stand in as my phone for the rest of the week!” She said triumphantly holding up a shiny new iPhone. “Wow! Wait? she agreed to that even once she found out she would pretty much cease to exist?? I asked incredulously. “Yep!” Tina replied with a huge grin. “Best friend ever!” “So, What else do we want to do with this remote of yours?” I asked with a big grin. “Welllll…. I have a few ideas.” Tina said as she took my hand and lead me back to the bedroom.

The circus is a sinful place. That was what my parents always told me anyway. That’s where drifters and other unclean souls gathered. The circus is dirty, shows too much skin and mistreats God’s creatures. No good Christian would be caught dead in such a place. So of course I couldn’t wait to see one. I bided my time knowing once I turned eighteen they would have no other say in the matter. Something happened that summer that changed my plans and my life forever. A brand new kind of circus began touring the country. It was known simply as Nu, which I learned latter was French for nude. It was being billed as an adults only circus. ...

It was late in the day by the time I had arrived at Eve’s home. Bathed in orange glow of sunset, the white walls of her term-time residence didn’t look too enticing. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely. The voicemail I received was brief. I couldn’t really hear most of it in the rumble of coffee shop atmosphere, but Eve sounded breathy. “Come to my place. I’ve got a surprise for you.” ...

Short description: After a college girl Sarah accidentally sees the private pantyhose encasement video starring her dance instructor Janet, she gets intrigued by the fetish and decides to explore it fully by asking the same instructor for guidance. Part 1. “Yes my dears, and to learn the technique properly I’ll give you my private recordings of dance performances when I was your age. Luckily I still kept the footage at the bottom of some old stash. I know that you attend my classes for the fitness aspect, but try to learn some pro moves too.” ...

Gina daydreamed on a dreary Saturday morning as she watched the rain fall steadily through the picture window in her breakfast room off the kitchen. The November morning paper was loaded with full page color ads for cold weather clothing & accessories. “Boot Festival” the ads screamed, with page after page of often high priced, but stylish varieties of rain, fashion, & casual models. “What do you think of these?” she murmured sexily, as if the picture itself were pornographic, or somehow titillating. She spoke in a tone addressing no one in particular, but directed presumably to me, as I was the only sentient being in the house, to my knowledge, & I was perched on the edge of a dipping bowl in front of her. I took nourishment the only way she allowed, which was solely whenever & wherever she had time to keep track of me. I was, of course, a mere 10 mm in height, & had been Gina’s prisoner, in her apartment, for months, after her previous Gothic witch of a tenant had shrunk me & paid her debt to Gina with me, aka the leftover results of her experimentation. ...

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

‘Self bound CD’s narrow escape.. a true story’ The key should have dropped by now. Oh my god I’m stuck. Why hasn’t the key dropped? I can barely see the damn key so how am I going to work out if it is stuck? Panic.. Pulse racing… Rewind to my childhood and like so many others I found bondage at a young age. Always curious about tying knots and particularly tying my legs together, I relished the tightness of bonds, the unfamiliar tingle in my body as I pulled against some form of bondage or other. As I grew so too my desires for bondage and all things involved flourished. A new found sexual desire for bondage grew and, fostered so well by the internet like so many others, I discovered the complete world of BDSM. Most of this initial experimentation was alone time and along with the joys of bondage, I also discovered the excitement of pantyhose and eventually womens attire. After more than a few furtive purchases at second hand stores, I gradually added panties, bras, miniskirts, flirty tops and the highest of heels to my collection - these bought with a curious glance from the helpful store lady - if only she knew! ...

I am a happily married fortysomething, who loves his wife more than life itself. Maybe that is the reason that ‘straying’ is only ever as far as taking matters into my own hands, as such. I worry sometimes that something isn’t quite right with me. I am almost always like a dog on heat and have some mildly kinky ideas and items squirreled away. My wife is a decade younger than me, but she doesn’t like anything kinky, although she has tried dressing up, role playing and tying up with me in the first throes of our relationship. She also appears to be more grounded in reality and lovemaking is great, but vanilla and a little less frequent than my desires. ...

I have been doing bondage, self-bondage and cross-dressing since I was a teen. I have always kept it hidden and felt uncomfortable talking about my fetishes for years. I only wear women’s clothing when I do bondage because I want to put myself in the role of damsel in distress and get the point of view from the woman’s experience. I was teaching a woman (call her Jane) about bondage and she was aware of my experience with self-bondage, but I never went into any great detail. We had a professional, non-communicative relationship as I was teaching her some rigging and she was talking about her boyfriend and other women. ...

In Her Lair: The Gorgeous Giantess & Her Plaything The cloudy, cold Thursday morning came far too soon for me; I was rudely awakened from my dreams when Gina shook me out of the boot where she kept me for safekeeping. It was a tall, glossy thick black lacquered rubber rain boot, placed on an upper shelf in her closet, which effectively discouraged me from trying to tip the boot over & escape (the fall would kill me, I reasoned logically). And so I adapted during the last few months as her prisoner, getting almost used to the acrid scent of rubber, glue, & Gina’s foot odor which I endured for endless hours while she worked, partied, or just forgot about me. In all fairness, at least she fed me some leftovers from her plate, provided water, & allowed me the use of a miniature commode & tub twice daily, morning & night. ...

Matt was idly looking at the Television. It was after all the play off and nothing was really on. Sally sauntered up to him holding her gym bag. “Trust me?” Matt was curious as to why his wife would even ask that question. “Should I not.” “Do you trust me?” Knowing full well this could lead to some augment he did not want to engage in. “Yes.” he answered. “Then be quiet, Do not say a word. Do not move unless I do it for you or tell you.” ...

(story continues from It Was Just His Way of Relaxing Part 1: Caught Out) Part 2: New Roles “So, while I’m out at the office, earning the money that keeps you, this is how you pass your time?” My employer’s tone with him was as hard as I had ever heard from her and certainly towards him. This as I listened to their argument from beyond the closed door of the study in which she had decided to confront him. My senses keened for every word and nuance. ...

Hey. I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Chris. I’m Tiffany’s boyfriend. And I’m about to tell you about the weirdest, and yet most amazing night of my life. But first you have to understand - it all begins with Tiffany, and those gorgeous tights. I first met Tiffany while shopping at the local mall. She was a year older than me (I was 18 at the time), and I had just recently begun to believe I could actually get away with buying tights in public. Let me fill you in: since I was a little kid, I always loved women’s pantyhose and tights. Whenever I saw a girl or woman wearing them, I would have to readjust my pants to hide my…excitement. It had slowly extended to me experimenting with wearing them myself! At first I stole pairs from female friends, but soon I desired the thrill of purchasing them myself, in public. ...

It was Saturday afternoon & time for Melissa to relax. After a long, busy week at work, she’d spent the morning doing all the household chores that needed to be done & been to do her weekly shopping. And now, the curvaceous twenty two year old brunette was looking forward to some quality time on her own. Meticulously, she went around making sure that all the windows in her apartment were shut, the curtains drawn & the door to the outside world securely locked. For Melissa wanted no disturbance during the next few hours; no prying eyes to catch a glimpse of the secret pastime that she was about to indulge in. ...

Hey. I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Chris. I’m Tiffany’s boyfriend. And I’m about to tell you about the weirdest, and yet most amazing night of my life. But first you have to understand - it all begins with Tiffany, and those gorgeous tights. I first met Tiffany while shopping at the local mall. She was a year older than me (I was 18 at the time), and I had just recently begun to believe I could actually get away with buying tights in public. Let me fill you in: since I was a little kid, I always loved women’s pantyhose and tights. Whenever I saw a girl or woman wearing them, I would have to readjust my pants to hide my…excitement. It had slowly extended to me experimenting with wearing them myself! At first I stole pairs from female friends, but soon I desired the thrill of purchasing them myself, in public. ...

The Self-Hypnosis Files: The First Time This is a story of an experiment I did, not too many years ago when I was single and living alone in my own house. Before I start I should tell you that I’m a cross dresser, a man who likes to wear women’s clothes (it’s more common than you might realize). And, more often than not, I like being tied up while I’m wearing those clothes. So you can probably understand that when I was living alone in my own house I spent a lot of time dressed and bound.

The Self-Hypnosis Files: The First Time This is a story of an experiment I did, not too many years ago when I was single and living alone in my own house. Before I start I should tell you that I’m a cross dresser, a man who likes to wear women’s clothes (it’s more common than you might realize). And, more often than not, I like being tied up while I’m wearing those clothes. So you can probably understand that when I was living alone in my own house I spent a lot of time dressed and bound.

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. Renee’s Torment Upper Hand F/m; drug; captive; strip; chairtie; wrap; tape; gag; glue; pantyhose; cbt; tease; torment; breathplay; mast; sex; climax; denial; reluct/nc; XX “You really don’t need to do this.” I looked up into her eyes, restrained as I was in the chair. Their hazel hue had always made me feel taken aback. And as desperate as this situation was, this moment was no different. “But Jonathan, oh … I really, really do.” She moved forward, adhesive brandished. I tested my bonds once more to no avail. “Where are you gonna put that, Renee? You clearly haven’t thought this through. You’re just not … thinking!” ...

“Hey come here, I have a suprise for you.” You grab me by the wrist, pull me up the stairs practically. I’m trying to keep up but you’re way too excited. You tell me to lay on the bed. “Close your eyes silly.” You pull off my shirt, my pants, lightly tickle me as you remove my briefs - my manhood is standing aptly at attention already, making you laugh a bit. You leave the bed, and I try to sneak a look, but you’re far too smart and yell for me to keep my eyes closed. Which of course I obey, because I’m far too entertained by you in a dominant mood. I feel your hands grab my foot - silky smooth fabric is being put up my legs, and before I know it, you have my entire bottom half pantyhose clad. “Wow. Wow. You really do like that don’t you. Now keep your eyes closed and slink down a bit on the bed…” I feel you get on the bed, the weight rocking me back and forth (also making my johnny bounce a bit in its erect state, which you notice with glee) and next thing I know your foot is covering my mouth. “Quiet you. I want to keep you hushed up for a while - my foot will do for now, but I’m a kind soul. Look now ya little slut.” ...

Nicki peered over her shoulder from her position at the top of the stairs & gazed through the banisters at the carpeted hall below. There, unmistakably, was the small silver-coloured metal object that she had seconds earlier let slip through her fingers, & which now lay almost directly beneath her at a distance of approximately twelve feet. But those twelve feet might as well have been a million miles as far as Nicki was concerned, as there was no way that she could now retrieve the key, & there was no-one that she could blame for her plight but herself. ...

continued from part 5 Part 6: Paying the debt I was in for a big one. Halfway through our third year in college I lost a bet to my roommate. It was a pretty big bet. And I had been absolutely certain I would win. In fact, I had been so sure that I had agreed to his victory demand without even blinking. And then I lost. My roommate was very magnanimous. And smug. He told me not to worry about anything. He would choose the clothing, taking my preferences into account, of course. He would come up with the bondage position, taking both of our preferences into account. And then I would have to perform my duty, to provide what he desired most. ...

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

I’ve had a lot of memorable adventures. I’m an avid crossdresser, so being bound while wearing at least hosiery and leotards is natural for me, affording me the most eroticism and intense sensations. One time, I dressed up wearing black Lycra tights and a black short-sleeved Lycra leotard. Underneath the leotards, I had on a pair of old tights, with the crotch-lining cut out for my head to pass through. This way my arms were covered, and my hands were covered like thumbless mittens, making finger dexterity difficult. To complete the ensemble, I wore black 4 inch heeled shoes. This made walking interesting, especially on a surface I planned to be on. ...

I have been a fan of bondage and self bondage since I was a teenager, even as far back as nocturnal emissions, I knew this would be my life path, but finding a partner in this lifestyle is awkward and complicated. The first time I touched a pair of pantyhose, I immediately had a discharge, so I think it was a biological indicator I had a fetish. I spent years trying to keep this side of my life safe, I had enough guts one time to actually wear the pantyhose and try to tie myself up. I came then the power went out. I realized I was stuck and could not escape. I had to hop out of the bathroom, as I tied my ankles and had a silk scarf over my mouth. I found my door wide open and all my neighbors out because of the power outage, I was in plain view of all my neighbors all trussed up. ...

continued from part 6 Part 7 We pulled into the driveway and I ran into the house to change while she set up the rest of the things she would need to play her part. It was already starting to get dark, so I decided that black would be best for sneaking. I pulled off my wind suit and crotch-rope, and pulled on a pair of black tights over my pantyhose, some black gloves, then put on a black leotard and slipped on my new black boots. There I was, Tonya Conway, Super Spy. I decided to start being sneaky right away, peaking out the windows trying to see what Anita was up to. She was nowhere to be found, but my Escape was in the field behind the house almost all the way back the tree line. She must have put it there. I was in the middle of trying to figure out why when the house went dark. She had turned off the power. This meant she had to be in the garage. If I could get to her and get her to tell me where the laptop was, I could make this a short night. I crept out of the bedroom and started down the hall. I got about half way down to the living room when a balled up sock hit me in the tummy. ...

(story continues from Away On Business 9: Bag To Bag) WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

I was dazed from the punch. As I regained consciousness, I was bound in woman’s pantyhose and a black mini dress in my bedroom. Black electrical tape was wrapped around my ankles, my knees (below and above) and thighs. My hands were handcuffed behind my back. Last night was intended to be an adventurous night with a black beautiful goddess that I met at the club. She had thick thighs, a round ass and huge tits. Stacy was her name. She was from L.A. visiting family and wanted me to escort around Savannah. I became her personal tour guide and showed her all the cool location in my hometown. Friday night turned into Saturday morning as we went back to my house for breakfast. ...

(story continues from The Women Digesting Snake Club) Part II: Snakegirlkat offers her body as food. Arrival As you all know, Snakegirlkat decided to donate her gorgeous body to the “women digesting snake club”. Kat was not unknown to the underground vore society as she was active in many different vore forums, posting stories and sharing her vore fantasies with other vore possessed people in the net. Although Snakegirlkat was a very self confident intelligent young woman, she considered herself as nothing more than a sex slave and pretty meat for hungry serpents. Since her childhood she had fantasies about getting devoured by huge amphibians and reptilians, getting digestive alive in their stomach. Snakes where her favourite predators and after discovering the “women digesting snake club’s” homepage, she decided at the age of 27, that is was time to fulfil her purpose as a beautiful young woman. ...

Kelly and Kris had confided their little secret to JoAnn, a trusted friend they had met this year in med school. Their secret being they liked to tie each other up and sexually torment each other. They had been at this for the entire year to date, but had to keep it hush, hush due to their third roommate Holly not knowing and to the best of Kelly and Kris’s knowledge would not approve one bit. ...

The Park It was a sunny spring day and Adrielle was taking a walk in the park after a shopping tour. Having no lectures in college today she decided to enjoy today’s wonderful weather. Adrielle was a very beautiful young girl with long blonde hair, a cute baby face and an astonishingly shapely body with huge c-cup breasts. She was wearing a short black satin dress with spaghetti shoulders, due to the warm weather; very thin sheer to waist black pantyhose and open toe high heeled sandals. She looked a bit too sexy and overdressed in her outfit but she didn’t mind. She loved to dress sexy and expose her long legs in nylons. It made her feel desirable and she loved the aroused looks of the men when she was walking down the streets. “Why not show what you got?” Was her life philosophy. ...

continued from part 5 Part 6 I climbed out of the tub before I turned into one big wrinkle, threw on a robe and walked contently into the bedroom, only to find a note on my pillow. It read: “Dearest Tonya, I hope you don’t plan on sleeping well tonight. I still have two movies to watch and you know where that leaves you. I’d get tied myself but due to my inconsiderate host, I’m just a little bit (a lot) sore in all the right places. Ummm…. anyway sugar, just make sure that you sleep in something that is appropriate for an adventure, if you sleep at all.” ...

continued from part 4 Part 5 Okay, story time again. She knew that ever since a talent show in junior high school I’d had a fantasy about being a magician’s assistant. My then boyfriend had a dream that he was going to be this great illusionist, and I was going to be his assistant. He came up with this whole routine for the show and his big finale was tying me up and putting me in this huge crate and chaining it shut. I was supposed to get free crawl out of the fake back on the crate, slip off behind the curtain and appear in the audience and drop my ropes and gag and act all magical and stuff. ...

continued from part 4 Part 5: Playing the odds I was in for a big one. At the end of our third year in college my three roommates and I decided to go to Vegas for a weekend. In the run-up to the weekend some dealing had taken place. My roommate and I had made a bet about something unimportant. He had been so sure that he would win that he told me I could name whatever I wanted because he wouldn’t have to do it anyway. Except that he lost. I decided that I wanted to spend a full night in strict bondage at the next possible opportunity. ...

continued from part 3 Part 4: Hardware Store One ordinary Wednesday afternoon my roommate said he had forgotten to tell me but the guys of his choir would be coming over to our apartment for a one hour practice session. Their usual place was unavailable that week. He had told them that all of his roommates would not be home so they would not be disturbed. Our two other roommates were in fact gone for the rest of the week but I had school the next day and hadn’t planned on going anywhere. He assured me I didn’t have to go anywhere else but he did want to make sure I remained securely in my room. ...

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. ...

continued from part three Part 4 Part 4 begins right where part 3 ended. “Make a fist.” She told me. I looked over and Anita had already torn about fifteen pieces of tape and they were lined up at the foot of the bed. She pulled the hose tight down around my fist and put the first piece around my wrist, holding the hose taut, then a strip over the knuckles and another in the opposite direction. She filled in the gaps and put another piece around my wrist to make sure that it stayed on. She did the same thing with the other hand and when she was done I had a useless nub at the end of each arm. It didn’t look like I was going to be able to get out of my first tie, but I was still going to try. After she rendered my hands useless, she helped me put on a black leotard and my highest black heels. ...

My boyfriend is into bondage and is constantly after me to tie him and do stuff to him. I often dress in very sexy clothes for him, heels, hose, short skirts and tight tops. I will tickle him and have him struggle, sometimes even kiss my feet, but it wasn’t a real turn on for me. I had been talking to my girlfriend about it. A conversation that changed my life. Her boy is in to similar things, but she has stepped it up. She has made him her slave. She explained how she enslaved him. He does all of her cooking and cleaning. He satisfies all of her sexual needs. She has him locked into a chastity device requiring a key that only she has. She controls all of his orgasms. He earns them by serving her. She even showed me the copy of the contract the idiot signed for her. I was intrigued. After some serious research on the internet I began to think I might enjoy this too. No more tie up games just to please him. It was going to be about pleasing me. ...

continued from part two Part 3 Part 3 begins right where part 2 ended. I cleaned up my mess and had a good laugh at my own expense, then headed back to the master bathroom to fire up the Jacuzzi again. I really need to get one. I wonder what time the girls are going to be back in the morning, and whether or not I should be here. As far as they knew I was going to be at work, unless I was just on my way out the door. That would mean that I could leave and come right back when they were done, if I even left at all. My best bet was to just be running around the house in a bathrobe and tell them that I was waiting on the dryer to finish with my clothes or something along those lines. I climbed in the tub and thought entirely too hard about what to tell them about my disappearing act, especially with them probably knowing way too much about it already. I was setting my alarm when I remembered that I had yet to come up with a tie for K. It was the last thing I thought about before I crashed. ...

This all happened when I was about seventeen wandering about late evening with nothing to do I was bored because all of my friends had gone home so I decided to do the same, on my way I passed the local hall where disco’s occasionally took place at wedding receptions and that kind of thing, when I noticed the door slightly open and I could see about 30 women in leotards and tights doing a workout. ...

continued from part one Part 2 The DVD was going to be used mainly for brainstorming. This was one of the ways that I came up with new ideas for ties. I would figure out how to get tied, and make sure that I was going to be there for a while. Then clear my head and shut out the world as best as I could, and think about nothing about my situation, what I was going to do for K’s tie, and how to make it as challenging for her as I possibly could. I had almost forgotten that I’d brought my DVDs and popped the long one into the player. I purchased a DVD burner for my computer and made several DVDs with it. I mixed in movies that I owned, some that I downloaded, and a few scenes from some old VHS tapes that I’ve had for years. I formatted it so you had the option of setting the scenes on random so that just about anything would play and I wouldn’t have to sit tied and watch the same few hours of scenes over and over. It was over six hours long so I didn’t have to worry about repeats unless I really got stuck. ...

All she could do now was too look ahead, the deep trance her Mistress had put her in barely let her blink on her own, she was totally frozen in her own body while the make-up artist finalised the last details of her new ’look’ that she’d have for a very long time. Asudem had met her Mistress while shopping at some adventurous boutique in the city, she knew more than the shop assistant did about their range and definitely had better taste. As if by magic she pulled out the dress she wanted (a japanese elegant black and white gothic lolita styled affair) which the shopgirl didn’t even know they stocked. It was a perfect fit and Mistress smiled warmly in appreciation. Her small frame barely reaching 5 foot in her cute black patent ballet shoes made it hard to find designer clothes and the Japanese dress was perfect. She was treating herself for working so hard by blowing a month’s salary on the imported dress and it just had to be perfect. ...

This is a true story of an 18yo guy about 6" tall and has strong, shapely, long legs. Whilst growing up I had a fascination with both cross dressing and bondage. I loved the thought of being helpless and left to my own devices, totally stuck and looking sexy at the same time. I had fallen in love with pantyhose and stockings my favourites being the ultra shiny flesh toned tights and where I could get hold of them one-piece lycra (spandex) swimsuits. I used to dress up whenever I could in my sisters clothing by waiting for her to go off to uni, so I could ‘borrow’ her swimsuit for my next adventure - These adventures usually revolved around putting on some skin toned pantyhose and her swimsuit and then wearing some jeans and a shirt over the top of them and just going for a walk around the block. This was satisfying for a while but did not get the excitement to the level I had been craving for. Our family lived in a small country town where all the houses in the town all had a big back yard full of grass and the houses were close together (except for their yards), which meant there was a chance of getting caught but at the same time was reasonably safe due to the fact the front door of the neighbours house was about 40m away from what I was planning. I have always been a HUGE fan of magician and magicians assistants and especially loved magic tricks where the beautiful assistant is tied up or locked into something that was ‘in-escapable’ They usually wore some sort of leotard and had beautiful long pantyhosed legs. I dreamed of being in their shoes and wanted to feel that sexy and that helpless. I didn’t know how I could do it without help, and planned for weeks a way of dressing like I wanted to and at the same time being tied down and helpless. At this time in my life there wasn’t the internet to get ideas from so I had to come up with my own solution. The night was drawing near, I knew my whole family was going out to see some theatre that did not interest me and ’the football’ was on the telly that evening I had an excuse to stay home alone. I had to make preparations prior to the night and did all the work the night before they were going out. My plan was to use the grassy backyard as my place of bondage, I would tie myself down spread eagled using wooden stakes that had small lengths of rope with hang-mans nooses tied on the end of them. The plan was to take place just after they left to go to the theatre and see how long I could survive out in the back yard without losing my nerve. The time came to put it into action - It was about 6pm in the evening and the family had just pulled out of the driveway. I raced to gather my stakes and headed out to the backyard. Each stake had about 15cm of rope and noose attached and I knew as I tightened them they would lengthen, so I had to make sure they were out at the limits of my reach before I hammered them into the ground. I had a few minutes of natural light left before the sun set and I had to still get changed. The location was set I just had to set myself, as this was the first ‘out there’ thing I have tried whilst cross dressed. I went onto the house and removed all of my clothes and nervously got ready. First I pulled on my shiny flesh toned tights that I had bought the day earlier from the local supermarket, I bought it with milk and bread and some other incidentals of a fake shopping list so that the girl at the checkout didn’t think I was some sort of pantyhose wearing weirdo. (little did she know). Anyway I slipped the sexy pantyhose over my legs and started to immediately get an erection, I had worn them before and knew I had to be careful not to make them run. To save my sisters clothes from any of my ‘accidents’ I used a kitchen freezer bag (plastic bag), over my member just in case I lost control whilst I was dressed up, as it would be very hard to explain any mess left in her swimwear. The next thing was to get the black one-piece Speedos (they were lime green and black camouflaged pattern on the front and plain black in the back) out of her closet and put them on over the top of the pantyhose. I always loved to feel of sliding them up my legs and the tight feeling as the lycra held everything in place. The final thing was to use a couple of her elastic belts that were in fashion in the 80’s and early 90’s to slide around my waist in an attempt to feel like a corset and add to the feeling of being stuck in her clothes. The light was fading but it was still possible to find my way around in the dusk light and also meant that if the neighbours were looking in my direction they would see me in all my glory. I decided to bite the bullet and just go for it - I figured that once I was in position they would have to walk over to the 5ft tall fence that separated the houses and look over it to see me, something that I didn’t think they would have any need to do. I walked briskly from the back door out into the backyard, my heart pounding a million miles an hour. I got to the stakes in the ground and began slipping my legs through the lops and then pulled them tight. I pulled at the posts with my legs stretched out and there was no movement - perfect. The next loop was that of my left arm, I stretched out and just slipped my wrist though and pulled it tight. Almost there and no going back now. In hindsight this being the first ‘real’ self-bondage session I should have had an escape plan but I didn’t, I just assumed I would be strong enough to pull out the stake holding my right arm and it would all be ok. More on that later. Finally I slipped my right hand into the last loop and took a deep breath - here I go. I pulled it tight and the job was done. I was just as I had imagined it. Helpless and sexy - Wearing my sisters swimming costume and my sexy shiny tights, just like the women in the magician acts. They were all helpless and so was I . I had a little slack in my right arm, but not as much as I thought I might have which didn’t leave me as much leverage as I had hoped for to aid me with my escape. I decided to struggle a bit and just enjoy it for as long as I could. I had all sorts of thoughts running through my head - what if the show was cancelled, or it was the wrong night, or my little brother felt sick and they had to come home early, I would be stuffed. Just as that thought left my head I heard the noise of a car approaching and immediately felt sick - what was I going to do? As the car approached the headlights got brighter and I began to struggle in an attempt to get free, the car came closer and then turned into the driveway of my next door neighbour. I couldn’t see them from my position and I knew they couldn’t see me unless they looked over the fence. Out of the car popped Mike my neighbour (A guy in his late 30’s) and two of his best mates, who had obviously been drinking due to their rowdy nature and had turned up to watch the game at his place. I breathed a quiet sight of relief and tried to keep quiet as a mouse. Where his carport was meant that I was about 10m away from the guys separated by a 5ft tall wooden fence. The guys got out and Mike wanted to show them his new motorcycle before they went inside. I knew his bike was almost directly opposite me on his side of the fence so I just remained calm. The next thing was a surprise to me as Mike turned on the light in his carport so that he could better show his mates his new bike - I was basked in light and would definitely be seen if any of them wanted to look over the neighbours fence. I held my breath - After what seemed like hours the guys stopped looking at the bike and retired inside to watch the game. I was excited and relieved at the same time and made the decision that it was time to finish up. I wrestled for about another 5 minutes or so trying to get my right arm free and finally it gave way and I was able to pull the other ones out of the ground, given my extra leverage. I decided not to undo the loops outside and go inside into the bathroom where I could lock the door and do it in there. I unhooked myself and then looked at the clock, I probably had about 30 minutes or so before they would be coming home, so I did what I loved to do the most, still wearing the pantyhose and tights I went and humped a pillow on my bed, the amazing feeling of lycra and nylon and the predicament I had been in did not take me long to come. I tidied up the place and made sure everything was back where it should be- Had a shower and then settled on the couch to watch the end of the game. About an hour later the family came home, we talked about the game and they talked about the theatre and they were none was the wiser of the situation I had put myself in only an hour or so out in our backyard. I have been more adventurous since then and maybe if people like this one I will post a couple others. Please let me know what you think. [email protected]

This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest “Why aren’t those reports on my desk damn it!?” Yelled Darla. This was the fifth time in one month that Brad, a short Caucasian analyst with decent looks and an average build, had forgotten to turn in his analysis summary. Working at a financial company that gave analyses of various corporations was always a bore to him, but the pay was great and for some unknown reason, he liked pissing off his boss, Ms. Darla Natrix. She wasn’t supermodel material, but she was definitely a 4.5 – on a scale of 1 to 5. She was taller than Brad by a couple of inches, at 5 foot 9, with fiery red hair and a sexy, almost gothic pale complexion. A tight black business jacket and short skirt outlined her perfect hips and she always wore sheer black stockings that accentuated her delicious legs, which rested on 4 inch heels that propped her up like stilts. The anger in her eyes was amplified by her dark black eyeliner and dark rose red lips that framed her now-showing teeth as she froze her face on her last word in anticipation of what was supposed to be an obvious apology. ...

I write this in the hope that someday someone will read this and know the great pleasures and great pain that all men will experience in the near future. One Saturday night while sitting at home watching television I suddenly was startled by the ringing of my telephone. I picked up the phone and said “hello.” It was my beautiful neighbor Christine on the other end. She said, “I noticed you were home on Saturday night. I don’t have anything to do either, why don’t you come over and we’ll watch TV together.” I said, “Sure, I will be right over.” I cannot believe that she would call and invite me over. I have always had a crush on her because she is so beautiful. I walked over to her house and knocked on the door. When she answered she was standing there dressed in a black lycra mini-dress with black stockings and black high heels. I asked, “Why are you all dressed up if you are just watching TV.” ...

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

Robert walked naked from the shower and sat on the edge of their king size bed. Barbara, his wife, lustfully admired his body, not because she had not seen it a hundred times before, but more to get in the mood or role. She pulled the package from a bag and tossed it on to his lap lightly brushing the flesh of his soft penis. He stared at it for a moment, then tore it open and removed the satiny shiny black garment. ...

A story of Candy’s most prevalent and recurring self-bondage/self-pleasure fantasy As I fumble to grab my briefcase out of my trunk, close it and get inside as quickly as possible, I am giddy with excitement about surprising you later. Mmmmm, I can just imagine the smile on your face when you come by tonight and “catch me” squirming around in self-bondage. I get inside, slip off those little 3 1/2" heels I’ve worn at the office all day and step out of my skirtsuit… then step up into those 6" “fuck me” pumps (left suggestively just inside the door by you, of course) and strut triumphantly into the kitchen and snatch a cold brewski from the fridge, pop the top, then head towards the bedroom in nothing but my black hosiery, bra & a smile. ...

I was laying half on the floor and half in the air. The part of my body that was hanging in the air was about from my waist down. The upper half was pretty much face down on the carpet. The main reason, well honestly the only reason I was like that was because I couldn’t find the knife to cut myself down. Believe me it wasn’t such a wonderful position to be in. However, let me start from the beginning. ...

Nothing to do tonight. I’ve been divorced so long it seems like forever. So I do what I usually do when I’m bored and horny. I get the ropes and pantyhose out of the drawer and get ready to have some good intense orgasms. Self-bondage can make me have the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I don’t know if it’s the straining against the ropes are just not having any control. It’s just great. ...

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. ...

Candy’s Fetish Confessions The week had been a nightmare! I had witness depositions going south, partners upset at my daily updates on the progress of my caseload for the firm and next week threatened to be more of the same. As for my personal problems, I’d manage to lose my cell phone and the new boyfriend I had gone out with a several times over the past few months was repeatedly getting placed on the back-burner… which had spurred an argument or two. We were supposed to go out tonight… but deadlines and demanding partners resulting in me working too late for that… again! When I walked my back door, the answering machine on the kitchen counter said I had 3 messages, so I hit the flashing red button, then sat down at my desk and began to absent mindedly jot down some follow-up notes regarding the deposition I had spent the entire day in. ...

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. ...

Hi.. Firstly thanks for this excellent website, it has not only been enjoyable to read but it given us great ideas too.It is nice to know that there are other people with the same likes. Here is a true story of how I discovered my husband in self bondage. It is a little tame compared to some of your other stories,but i hope it is good enough for you to use. ...

My wife has never really shared my enthusiasm for me trussing myself up in ladies hosiery. In fact she really doesn’t approve at all, and has told me so on a number of occasions when desperation has driven me to try to enlist her help. Consequently I tend to fly solo, and this usually means I take advantage of the rare occasions when I’m alone at home to indulge my fantasies. I need to be careful to conceal the evidence – she has warned me that if she catches me I can expect to spend a lot longer than I reckoned tied up. On the face of it, this sounds good, but I know she means she will head off to her mother’s or a friend’s at least overnight. ...

SATURDAY 10:00AM I stood in our bedroom, naked, staring at the clothing my wife had laid out for me. I had to do it; I had to put it on. We had made a bet, after all, and I had to go through with it. This all started about a week before. We were spending a quiet night at home watching a cheesy movie on cable. It was a comedy about a group of students on a college campus. The plot involved something about pranks and at one point this pretty blonde cheerleader had been “kidnapped” and left blindfolded, gagged and tied to a chair in a dorm room. She didn’t even struggle; she just sat there making little whimpering sounds through her gag. ...

8 8 Nylon Bondage by softtights hi - would be great to see more tights related stories..so here’s one to get started with..all the best..softtights I was returning home from work one evening last autumn and followed my usual route, which once off the motorway wound for five miles through some narrow country lanes. In fact the road was so narrow in places that if you met anything coming the other way the only option was to use one of the few passing places that were there. ...

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. ...

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. ...

I was laying half on the floor and half in the air. The part of my body that was hanging in the air was about from my waist down. The upper half was pretty much face down on the carpet. The main reason, well honestly the only reason I was like that was because I couldn’t find the knife to cut myself down. Believe me it wasn’t such a wonderful position to be in. However, let me start from the beginning. ...

(story continues from Away On Business 2: Bound to Please) In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

(story continues from Away On Business 3: Come again Baby) In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

(story continues from Away On Business 4: No Escape) In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

(story continues from Away On Business 5: Mirror, mirror…) WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

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

(story continues from Away On Business 7: The Bag Revisited) WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

(story continues from Away On Business 8: In Mind Of Master’s Cock) WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

Nothing to do tonight. I’ve been divorced so long it seems like forever. So I do what I usually do when I’m bored and horny. I get the ropes and pantyhose out of the drawer and get ready to have some good intense orgasms. Self-bondage can make me have the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I don’t know if it’s the straining against the ropes are just not having any control. It’s just great. ...

I have been cross-dressing for years. I have not told my wife much about it and I normally dress when she’s out. I have always surfed things on the net and bought clothing. I was waiting for my wife to go to sleep and when she did I started on my computer. I was searching stories and info about pantyhose and cross-dressing. I know she may have a Dom streak but she does not show it. I then decide its time for bed and go to bed thinking about what being a girl would be like. I dream about being sexy and a wife. ...

Part 1: Caught Out The words reaching his ears are unbelievable. Incredible. Soul-destroying and mortifying. The lips from which they are emerging, to form what must surely be amongst the most outrageous suggestions ever to have been put to a white Anglo-Saxon male a day short of his forty-first birthday, are plump and full and in no way contradict the fleshy features above and within the frame of long and silky black hair that, along with her skin-tone, speaks so eloquently of her lowly Bangalore roots. ...

Greetings from the land of Oz. I’ve really been enjoying your page and the stories on it. Here’s one for your files if you’d like. Since moving into my apartment, I had been busily building all kinds of bondage toys. I’d built or modified some furniture for bondage use and was in the process of building more. I had a pretty complex set of stocks setup and was also experimenting with timer locks and remote operated vibrators and things. Creativeness is a must for good bondage. ...

Yes, I’ve heard all the warnings about the risks of self bondage and how dangerous it is, etc. etc. But let’s face it, if I had a partner I wouldn’t be doing it to myself, would I? Needless to say, there have been a couple of times when I tied myself up and things didn’t go quite as planned as far as getting loose. Sometimes, no matter how well you plan or test, something doesn’t quite work. Here’s one of the goofs I made. Obviously, I’ve yet to really screw it up, since I’m here to write about them, but that time could come. ...

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

(story continues from Tan Lines) Part 2 The white Nissan pulls up to the curb. I glance at the clock. Right on time. Ginny steps through the door. “Good morning, Ginny.” “Hey.” That’s the extent of our conversation. I’ve tried to get her to talk, but it became quickly apparent she wasn’t a talker. Usually I have the opposite problem with my female clients. Can’t get them to shut up. Oh well. This is her sixth session and the tan lines are starting to show so she’s wearing a long sleeve blouse. It’s one of those generic Oxfords. Might be her boyfriend’s shirt. Hard to tell. ...

(story continues from The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 21: Saskia’s Unexpected Discovery) Chapter 22: Dolores’ Little Secret Dolores entered her spacious boudoir and closed the door behind her. To ensure that she received no uninvited visitors for the next hour or two, she secured it with the small key that protruded from the lock, before testing the handle to ensure that it was no longer capable of being opened. Not that this was a particular concern to her, as neither her three servants, nor the equal number of reluctant house guests that currently resided here, should have had any way of making it to the entrance of her own private apartment. ...

The Discovery Mandy was a 19 year old beautiful young student who had started her first semester in biology. Since she was a small child she had always been interested in biology and animals especially amphibians like slugs and reptiles. Snakes always fascinated her and she always found them very erotic, as they reminded her of a huge slimy cock. Her opinion of snakes was that they where the perfect lover for a woman. ...

Crystal had just gotten a divorce. In fact she had only been to court about a week ago. Her and her husband had lived across the street from us for fifteen years. Moreover, that’s about as long as I had been in love with her. I took every opportunity to see her. I’ve seen her in a bathing suit, leotard and tights all the way to dressed up for church. It didn’t matter what she had on I was in love with her and I wanted her more than I loved her. ...