Rubber on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Love of Rubber

Sun, 19 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000

New York Adventure

I love traveling in rubber. I love to wear my rubber suit while traveling, especially while flying. It makes an otherwise mundane trip exciting. I have found ways to fly wearing kinky stuff without worrying about the TSA sending an alarm. Oh, what a great feeling to sit among the vanillas without anyone knowing my kinky secret all the while deliciously slipping and sliding around in my steamy rubber suit.

A Fare To Remember

Sat, 07 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The dual toned bell indicated that the small 24 hour shop had yet another near midnight customer. With a deep sigh the young man behind the counter put the ARPG game on pause and looked up towards the entrance. His irritation quickly dissipated as he laid eyes on the beautiful woman who just entered and quickly put his phone away. He had only worked at the store for a little over three months but had been fortunate to have laid eyes on the vixen in front of him a few times prior. Boosting his self confidence he decided that tonight was the night he would conquer her and eyed his price from top to bottom.

Kirsty, a Descent Into Slavery

Sun, 08 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part Three

Three weeks had passed since Kirsty’s labia had been punctured with her ten grommets and rings and they had healed well, with constant ministrations from Matron and some slaves. The grommets had been regularly treated with salves and ointments and there was little pain left; the redness had died down and Kirsty was a lot more comfortable. Shaving down there was a difficult and tedious affair now, but with help from other slaves it was possible to do a clean job. The rings through the grommets gleamed and when Kirsty walked they chimed and clattered together; Kirsty was not going to sneak up on anyone anytime soon. All her rubber suits had been modified to ensure that her cunt and rings were always visible.

Kirsty, a Descent Into Slavery

Sun, 08 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two

ML said nothing more that afternoon, she had just pressed her lips once more to Kirsty’s then walked off. Kirsty wondered about what she had heard. Was My Lady really to become a Madam and if so, how had that come about, and more interestingly, why now? Where did this leave Kirsty? While she realised she could have no friends here, she needed someone to relate to even if they were superior to her; which of course everyone was. Was ML just playing a game or did she have a thing for her. She thought ML was about providing for her but now it seems SHE had been provided FOR her. Was this the real reason she had been invited along, to be someone’s personal slave? Kirsty had assumed she was to be a general purpose dogsbody with no decisions to make, a human robot to be instructed to do anything by anybody but with no will of her own.

Kirsty, a Descent Into Slavery

Sun, 08 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Arrival

The car with the blacked-out windows had been waiting for her when she left the station. A chauffeur in a dark uniform opened the rear door for her after confirming her name, Kirsty Rackham; he said nothing else. She got in, the door closed and lights came on enabling her to see the sumptuous leather seating. The windows were blacked-out and there was an opaque panel that prevented her seeing the driver or where they were going and the only thing in the rear seat was a current national newspaper which Kirsty glanced at during what she guessed was a journey of about forty minutes. She knew only her destination railway station but nothing more about the establishment to which she was headed. She was acutely aware that the whole journey to this point had been carried out with her wearing only a short coat and a pair of shoes and any breeze reminded her of her newly shaved privates. With her attractive face and blonde, bobbed hair, her fairly obvious lack of clothing and court shoes, she met with many sideways glances from newspaper-reading businessmen and disapproving women during her journey; it was a relief to be in the relative safety of the car. This was how she had been ordered to travel and, with trepidation, she had carried out the instructions to the letter.

Critter Squad

Tue, 03 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Episode 1

I couldn’t believe this. I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of the Critter Squad barrack. Silver, Nekko, Jaina, and Hacksaw, my heroines, were probably inside and only a rusty garage door separated us.

My shaky hands were holding my application form with my passport picture attached to it with a paperclip. My eyes moved in every direction, scanning the paper, ensuring I didn’t miss a field or identify anything that would make them reject me. They didn’t ask for much detail, so I wasn’t quite sure what their selection process was, but if I could, at the very least, provide everything they had asked in a decent manner, I wouldn’t be too disappointed with myself following a rejection.

Ghost Town

Thu, 04 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000

As the movers retreated down my new street with a friendly wave, I stood across from my new home, and thought about Josh.

He would have thought me silly and unusually girlish for having bought such a cliché - small white picket fence, roses, the whole bit - but I knew that was a side of me that he loved. He would have loved the big garage with the attached shop - that was another reason I’d bought this place. I didn’t need a workshop myself. I’d bought it because Josh would have loved it. It didn’t look as cheery with the gathering clouds of a spring storm above, but it was - almost ridiculously cheery. Well, perhaps it was time for some cheer. I’d been mourning a long time.

Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion

Sun, 06 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter 26

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Dear reader, I must apologize again. My writing has withered in both quantity and quality since my recent time away from the keyboard. The free flow of words has been supplanted by the pulling of proverbial teeth, every sentence a painful chore. Worse yet, I’m becoming tempted to spend one of my weekly three hour sessions of ‘freedom’ doing something else for a change, rather than trying to hack through the jungle of my mangled wordplay. A strange craving for french fries has beset me and I picture myself watching some mindless sitcom or comforting old movie whilst idly nibbling on the crispy, greasy fingers of umami.

Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion

Sun, 06 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter 28

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It’s been perhaps three months since that day. Untold weeks on Level 8 followed by the return to my beloved ’normal’ life at the ICRI. The first night after my release was particularly poignant, with an emotional welcome home from our Matron, the Warden of Sublevel 2. We both had a good cry as her big white rubber arms squeezed me as though to never let me leave again. I felt almost like the prodigal daughter although of course we both knew that I had taken no initiative in my departure. I could, in hindsight, have hastened my return but we all need to learn our lessons at our own pace. I guess I’m kind of slow.

Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion

Thu, 25 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter 24

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Before speaking of my recent weeks away from the keyboard, let me try to tie up some of the loose ends I left behind. My midnight rendezvous with our Chauffeuse turned out to be nothing like I had anticipated. After releasing me from my heavy rubber bondage bed she blindfolded me and led me by the hand out of my cell and down the corridor to her own, all the while whispering lewd comments about what a slut I was and how she was going to ravish me. Once inside she set my right hand on my left breast and vice versa, ordering me to leave them there to do as they please. I felt her manipulating something around my upper legs and lower waist, eventually tightening what felt like rubber straps which pulled something snugly against my sex. She left me and continued her verbal montage during which I could hear her performing mysterious ministrations to some sort of equipment directly in front of me. After a time the sounds ceased and Chauffeuse lowered her voice and said, “All right 123, when you hear me grunt thrice in succession you may remove the blindfold and our little trollop will finally get what she deserves.”

Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion

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

Continues from chapter twenty

21

Although home to the Initiation Ceremony due to its symbolic location, Level 3 is generally concerned with the more mundane matters of existence. Most everything associated with the necessary, if somewhat boring everyday affairs of maintaining a large building and its sapphic cult of inhabitants is delegated and dispatched by its more-than-capable Warden. It is here that one reports for cleaning duties, for all the tools and tricks of the trade congregate within. It is here that one comes for assistance should a hinge be loose, a window cracked, a vent stuck. It is here that bills are paid, supplies ordered, taxes filed. In general, if something needs to be done and it is beyond the capability or dignity of a higher Warden, it is here that they must come to beg for assistance.

Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion

Wed, 18 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter eighteen

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Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night would stay this courier from the swift completion of her appointed rounds. I think I was more motivated by the hope of finally being with Chauffeuse than the fear of suffocating to death as a giant orange monster trapped in its own thick rubber skin. The pushcart glided smoothly and I was soon easing it into the elevator. As long as I didn’t make any abrupt turns or stops I felt confident the load would remain stable. As I pressed ‘10’ my heart fluttered, what was only yesterday seemed so long ago and I looked forward to the re-materialization of the alien goddess.

Twenty-one Hours in Rubber Bliss

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

The decision to do one more heavy rubber session developed early on Tuesday. The Monday session had been ten hours in rubber and there had been minor issues with the bondage strap system. Additionally, ten hours sealed in heavy rubber just didn’t seem to sate my hunger for rubber surrender.

I discovered that looping straps around the outside of my thighs and up through the crotch to lock on the waist belt had always been an issue. When seated, the straps would shift and sag loosely. The physics of the system just did not provide a way for the straps to stay tight. Additionally, the second set of chest straps had a similar problem which caused the chest harness to not be snug.

Ghosts of the Hotel

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

Hannah felt her heel sink into the soft ground, glanced down at her shoes. She wasn’t dressed for hiking through the woods. Jonathan was forging ahead, leaving her behind, alone, in the dark.

She called out to him. “Hey wait up.”

He stopped and turned to her. “Hold on.” He came back for her, and took her arm, helping her over the rough ground.

“Thanks,” she said, forcing a smile.

Neverending Latex Bondage

Tue, 20 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Vanessa was never very good at school. She wasn’t interested in working hard either so after she had dropped school at 16, she had to find a solution in order to make money. She didn’t have any special talent that could make her money. What she had, however, was an envious body and face, one that she knew made heads turn. It was after searching on the internet that she eventually started her career as a pornstar when she turned 18.

Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion

Wed, 14 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter sixteen

17

I eased myself down onto the pushcart and tried to get comfortable. Surprisingly its design allowed my humpback to pass through two posts which supported me behind the shoulders and I was quite pleased with the result. I gazed into the garage trying unsuccessfully to discern exactly where the entrance was. Using one of my large orange feet I propelled my lounger closer to the precipice, stopping cautiously about a foot away. Now I was able to see the steep sloping drive that descends from street-level. I waited and watched.

The Prison Swap

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

It was another night of kinky roleplay for Zoe and Jennifer, pretty twenty five year olds. They had been friends since school, and had discovered their kinky side some time ago whilst having one too many drinks. What started out as friendship turned into a relationship.

This particular roleplay revolved around playing prisoner and warden. Zoe, always the submissive, loved being locked away. They had a small basement in their house which had a lockable door at the top of the stairs. It had several bolts. There were no windows and just a single fluorescent light that could be turned on and off from the outside only. They’d removed everything from the basement except for a single metal frame bed and they’d arranged for a sink and toilet to be installed.

Corrupted Forest

Sat, 25 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Like most of her kind, Alana had the mix of brains, a valiant heart, and a powerful body. Platemail glistened in the strong contrast with her environs. The holy adytum was a dark and unnatural place. Echoes reflecting throughout the room like wings on a high place.

A temple at the heart of a forest, with a face full of ill omens. Taller than the trees, yet no more proud than the endless horizon of boughs and branches that stretched in all directions. The green darkened the sun. Clouds made the world blue, green, and gray. Black stone creaked as Alana entered its forgotten halls. The temple was devoid of inhabitants, but it was still maintained. Out of time, with the top disappearing into the canopy that made the sun shy.

Bubble Bath

Wed, 08 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

A few hours ago I was taking a nice calming bath, letting myself relax and sink into a warm bath. One of my girlfriends had given me a bubble bath that she said I would really enjoy. The liquid bubble bath had turned the water milky white, and totally opaque, then after a few minutes, as instructed I added the pink powder to the bath and the bath turned to what looked like lightly flavored strawberry milk. It smelled like strawberry milk too. Next I put on the swim cap she had given me to protect my hair and submerged myself fully in my 6’ soaking tub. The only part of my body that was out of the water was my face. She had told me to lay in the bath and get myself fully under the water leaving on my face above so I could breath and relax and enjoy the soft skin effect that it had. She had also told me to lie completely still and to get in a comfortable position so that I was not straining to stay under.

Raincoat Captive

Sat, 28 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Chris’s 23rd birthday was tomorrow and he wished to celebrate by treating himself to a new shiny raincoat. He has seen a new range of coats for sale at Marks and Spencers in their brochure which came with his Sunday paper. The photos of the new macks showed two of them in very glossy black. One with a hood and the other without and it was the one with the hood that took his interest most.

Wetsuit Mummy

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

I watch you hanging from the Saint Andrew’s Cross, you requested, no begged for something extreme and I think I have been able to deliver. You are wearing a wetsuit, three mil of black neoprene encases your body. I know from experience that a suit like this will stretch to some degree as part of this session.

You look into my eyes, you are drooling around the bright red ball gag which sits between your teeth, your wrists above you strapped with soft leather straps and your ankles below you leaving you in an attractive ‘X’.

First Session Nightmare

Sat, 24 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

Part 2: Nightmare Continues

You would think that getting knocked out unwillingly while bound, gagged and caged in a strangers attic would be the low point of your first real bondage experience. Turns out, waking up was worse. Trying to shake off the overwhelming groggy haze was quickly replaced by panic as I realized my helpless situation was the same even though everything else had changed. I was now completely alert to my surroundings with my eyes wide open, however, I found everything remained completely dark. A leather blindfold was attached to the harness that was still tightly secured around my head. At the same time, my attention was focused on the annoying white noise being pumped into my ears through large headphones placed on top of the head harness.

The Latex Fembot

Sat, 15 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Working from home one day, I was sitting at my desk writing my latest cyberpunk novel. Recently, one of my stories had been adapted into a film that had received significant acclaim, and finally I was in the position that most writers can only dream about. After a significant number of hours with study progress I decided to reward myself with a spot of Jeopardy, so as to take my mind off of the work for a bit. As I was watching it an advertisement came up for a company called Fembot Inc. I had heard about them before, and watched the commercial with great interest. Quickly grabbing a pen and paper, I wrote down the address and got into my car. Parking downtown, I made my way into the store where I was greeted by the smell of metal and latex. It was extremely intoxicating, and I almost didn’t notice the fembot who came put to me. “Greetings” She said in a sultry robotic voice “How may I help you today?” “Looking to buy a suit” “Excellent, right this way” She took me to the counter where we perused the options. Picking one and some accessories, I paid with my card and was soon on my way, with delivery secluded for later that week. Later

Four Astronauts Enslaved

Thu, 07 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000

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The four female astronauts were being led through the corridors of the massive spaceship by guard robots. Their arms were bound behind their backs in handcuffs, and their blaster pistols had been confiscated. Only minutes before, the small exploratory ship they had traveled the galaxy in was caught in a powerful tractor beam by the larger, unidentified craft they assumed to be an old derelict. The tractor beam drew them into an empty hanger bay, where a squad of mechanical soldiers awaited to take them captive. They had only been allowed a brief glance back at their ship before being taken away. Arcs from plasma cutters could already be seen carving up the tiny craft like a roast, most likely for metal salvage and parts.

Mr. Williams and the Annual Open House

Fri, 01 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Shortly after finishing his 8 o’clock breakfast, Mr. Williams tugged on the straps securing him to the inside of the large black baby buggy as he contemplated a way to end his stay at Nanny’s Adult Baby Care. A stay that has been extended through his wife’s chicanery from an initially agreed upon three months to one now lasting nine. He peeked through the darkly tinted vinyl rain cover and wondered when his day-time Nanny would return for him.

A Twisted Mind

Mon, 29 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Rachel slowly walked round her newly built concrete playroom. The workmen she had used had no idea what she was planning to do with the just added basement. They thought it was going to be used as a utilities room as she wanted plugs and no decor. They couldn’t have been more wrong as the sound of her high heels echo through the decent size room. The cold and unfeeling concrete covering every part of the room in a soft grey colour. Two massive overhead lights kept the room well illuminated. Rachel had also added a large security door made from harden stainless steel. The heavy duty door needed two pin numbers in order to enter or exit the room. The person who installed the door once again thought the room was being use for something the right side of the law. They believed it was a panic room. Rachel was great at getting people to do whatever she wanted and then think nothing was wrong or odd about it.

Together we are Stronger

Thu, 12 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from Part 12

Chapter 13: Easy Answers By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden

Maeve glared at Patty. “What have you done?” she said. “Can’t you see? You’ll destroy yourself with that poison.”

“Fuck you. You can’t do a thing. It’s made me stronger than you. Craine… You think that it’s just another ero-drug? You never were that smart for a detective, were you?”

“What is it then Patty? Why don’t you tell me?” Maeve glanced behind her. Flora was still there, embedded in the goo.

Together we are Stronger

Thu, 12 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from Part 11

Chapter 12: Close Together and Far Apart By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden

Maeve searched the crypt. Stuck amidst the webbing, there was a phone, obviously left for her to find. A trap? She ripped it free. It came alive at her touch, no lock code. There were text messages waiting. She thumbed through them.

“Did you think I’d be here? No such luck, thief.”

Together we are Stronger

Thu, 12 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from Part 13

Chapter 14: Heart Strings By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden

It took him ten minutes to get to the Burger Bar. Everyone at the scene was eager to report useless information, delaying him from leaving. He ought to be on his way home, not digging himself deeper into this pit.

He pushed his way into the iconic Burger Bar fast-food franchise. He hadn’t visited a place like this in years. If there was a situation, he usually sent a constable to get food for everyone, but he never went himself. Once upon a time it had been a familiar kind of place. They hadn’t changed much from the days when he’d first started out, assisting D.I. Abness.

Together we are Stronger

Thu, 12 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from Part 14

Chapter 15: Loose Ends By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden

D.C.I. Ridley followed Maeve into the toilet corridor, and she bumped open the door to the ladies’ and dragged him inside by his hi-vis vest. Aggressive. It was as if she were about to devour him. He almost expected her to kiss him passionately, then slap his face. What was this? Some kind of farce?

Together we are Stronger

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from Part 10

Chapter 11: Binding Obligations By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden

Maeve closed the front-door behind her loudly, as a hint that she’d entered. It was sad, but she couldn’t feel at home here, and though there was something unsettling about the idea of entering unannounced, it would be far weirder to stop and knock on the door, .

Flora popped her head out of the kitchen. “Maeve? You’re back so soon. Is something wrong?”

Together we are Stronger

Mon, 11 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from Part 9

Chapter 10: Where the Heart Is By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden

Maeve slowed down. She might be able to deal with the monster, if it came, but once the glass was broken, there would be no fixing it. Every time she slowed to negotiate a bend, or check a junction, she imagined the black rubber demon dive-bombing the car, six-inch razor claws tearing through the roof.

Together we are Stronger

Thu, 31 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from Part 6

Chapter 7: Repulsion By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden

Maeve drifted in a black abyss, seemingly vast and yet also dimensionless. Was this the afterlife, or was she still dreaming? It was too much to hope that there’d be anything after death for someone like her.

She opened her eyes. They were sticky and at first, blurred. As her vision cleared, she could see through the crack of her eyelids, but what she saw didn’t make sense. She was trapped in a criss-cross web-work of dark strands, liquid light dripping off them and falling to an odd-looking floor with a stainless-steel drain in the middle of it.

Together we are Stronger

Thu, 31 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from Part 8

Chapter 9: Sacred Places By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden

Brian parked his car around the corner from Maeve’s flat. It wasn’t out of sight of the main road, not a good spot, the sort of place that car-thieves liked. If they didn’t take the whole car, they took the wheels, or simply smashed out your windows and urinated onto the seats. Why did people do that?

Together we are Stronger

Thu, 31 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from Part 7

Chapter 8: Attraction By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden

Maeve was a gloss-black fetish mannequin, over six-feet tall with her new legs. How would she manage shopping without creating a panic and summoning an armed police task-force?

If she covered up as much of the rubber as she could, she might look merely strange, rather than instantly arousing fear and suspicion in every single person she encountered. Gloves would look peculiar, given the weather, but less odd than shiny black fingers.

Together we are Stronger

Sat, 26 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from Part 3

Chapter 4: Old Bonds By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden

At the division headquarters Patrice parked her car around the back, where it would be a while before people noticed it had been abandoned. She left the keys in the ignition, she wouldn’t be able to use it again. He almost certainly had a tracker on it, and even if he didn’t, he might be able to get data from the cameras, or have his own drones spot it.

Lynda in Stock

Thu, 19 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Woman to Rubber/Bondage TF

When working in a factory that specializes in molding large amounts of rubber into different objects you learn to be careful. In my time working here, which is about 2 years, nothing has happened but I knew how dangerous these automated machines could be. My name is Lynda Caves. I am 25 years old and would call myself a fairly average girl. I have shoulder length dark brown hair, a decently curved body with a matching plump butt and moderate c-cup breasts. This had been my dream job after graduating from college with my degree in mechanical engineering. I was being paid a small fortune to maintain and create new machines that the company used to better itself. It was perfect. I came to work on a Friday to run basic checkups on all of the machines. The first on my list was the ball maker. As the name suggests it makes those giant rubber balls that exercise joints use and are sold at supermarkets for kids. After I fixed the wiring on its faulty conveyor belt I moved on to the clothing machine. It was used to turn rubber into all sorts of kinky clothing for those interested in it to purchase from our online catalogue. It was running fine as usual so I kept on going with my normal schedule to a machine that produces… well the more personal toys that we made. Women or men could custom order sexual items from our store and we would personally see to it that they were perfect for them. I had actually used my employee discount on this option quite a few times. Other than a few misplaced dildos that missed the chute on the end heading to the packaging section of the factory everything was running just swell. The last stop on my afternoon maintenance route was a machine that made rubber sex dolls. This was actually the most complicated machine in the entire factory seeing as how the machine needed to steadily fill itself with the proper amount of what we called blanks, or latex doll bases that were shaped and some even looked like various women. We had shelves upon shelves back in the storage room of blanks that were systematically placed in different categories and columns based on their looks. Each afternoon a mechanical scanner would sort through each new deposit of blanks that we ordered and place them on racks to be cleaned and then used when the order came for one of those specifications. My boss Ms. Fredrick told me yesterday that she had to cancel the last order because the machine was jammed or something along those lines. So hiking up my jeans I entered the tunnel portion of the machine with my flashlight and began searching for the problem. I searched high and low and eventually came out at the end of the machine in the storage area. I didn’t come in here that often but when I did the sight still astounded me. All around me there were rows of large amounts of rubber items or pure rubber. Then off to the left directly next to the doll machine there was a large wall stacked at least 12 rows high of different looking blank dolls, divided right down the middle by if they had a face or not and then sub sectioned off after that. I turned my head slightly at a buzzing noise and immediately knew what the problem was. The robot, a female looking one that was dressed like a maid that we called Janice, looked to be short circuiting while sorting through the newest order of blanks. Laughing I walked over behind her and swiftly powered her off, giving me the opportunity to fix the wires that had become tangled after weeks of no maintenance. Sighing I switch her back on and she begins moving as usual. “Do you feel better now Janice?” I ask as I take a seat on one of the storage crates. This was one of the perks of this job. I had programmed Janice to be the best friend at work I wouldn’t get in a factory like this. She only had a basic AI but it was enough to have conversation and mess with her to make it worth the work and interaction. She turned to me after depositing a blank that resembled a black woman. “Why yes Lynda, thank you for fixing me again. It is a pain trying to work through malfunction.” She said finishing with a robotic laugh as she went back to work.

Together Is Not An Option

Mon, 02 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part two

Chapter Three

She jiggled from her knees, trying to let him know she didn’t want any of it. It was pretty much the limit of her communication ability.

But hadn’t she said he could do anything to her? That she wanted him to? She froze and tried to pretend she’d never moved. Even this was something she’d agreed to. She wouldn’t go back on her word.

Together Is Not An Option

Mon, 02 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Chapter Two

Maeve cursed Paul Ridley for making her feel so weak, cursed herself for wanting him, and if not for needing him, for wanting to need him. Why was she letting herself hope, when there really was no hope? She’d never by anything more to him than a conveniently kinky sex partner.

What did she want him to do though? What did she really want from him? It was almost certain he’d wrap things up before Sunday evening, but it sent a thrill through her to imagine that he might keep her bound all week, or longer. How long could he stretch it out if he spread the right stories and filed the right documents? A year, maybe? And after that, who would remember she was absent? At least one person, maybe four or five. But the faint possibility still made her breathless. She’d come here today with the intention of ending it between them, to protect her job, and his. She’d planned to do the right thing. But there could be other ways to do things, possibilities she’d scrupulously ignored.

Recurring Dream

Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Lori and Tim had been friends since high school, occasionally dating but Lori had other interests and Tim never seemed to be up to the task of keeping her satisfied. She craved more and had always been hard to make orgasm hence leading her to try to find someone who could bring her to the screaming orgasms she craved. In between boyfriends she would always wind up with Tim and he always dropped whatever he had going to spend time with her. They had sex often and she had introduced him to bondage years ago and he had been studying it ever since improving his skills not only binding women but learning what they needed to climax and how to tease them for hours before letting them orgasm. His problem with Lori was he didn’t want to push her away so he never tried to learn her threshold and therefore would let her get bored and start looking for someone else. After Lori’s last visit into Tim’s life he had not seen her for the next year so when she showed up at his work wearing a skin tight rubber mini dress showing her pert tits and tight ass on top of her long legs that were accentuated by the extreme heels she always wore he knew she was there to spend some time with him.

Secret in the Cellar

Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Mackenzi gave the steel shell door a shove with her shoulder and it burst open, causing her to nearly fall into the sweltering garage. As if the oppressive heat and humidity outside wasn’t bad enough…

She closed the door behind her again, giving it another shove to re-stick it closed. To her right was the back door to the house, and the puff of cool air conditioning sent a shiver across her damp skin as she walked inside.

Secret in the Cellar

Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Jump the Fence

Wed, 21 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Moving to a new neighborhood was hard, of course any move was hard, but jumping the fence into the neighbor’s yard late at night when they were not home to use their Jacuzzi was easy. Jessi didn’t even hesitate to jump the fence she was just that kind of carefree kind of gal, and she didn’t really think they would mind even if they did catch her, the man of the house had seemed like a nice guy for the 10 seconds that she had met him as she was trying to organize and manage her moving crew. Jessi just wished she had had more time to talk to him, she liked to know her neighbors. Plus her muscles were killing her from the stress of packing and unpacking, and the long drive from out of town. She wondered if this guy had kids, she would not have guess that he did, it was just a hunch, but now that she was seeing his pool she was reconsidering her hunch. The pool was filled with weird toys all over the place. Most of it looked like blow up pool toys, and most of them were in the shapes of bugs or the occasional bird, lizard, dog, or cat. Jessi had to assume that toys like this belonged to a little boy so she refrained from her original plan to strip out of her bathing suite and use her birthday suite instead. It had been up in the air until seeing the toys but she now had the answer to her earlier question: No, she would not get in the mood to take the “little man in the boat” on a whitewater rafting trip on one of the water jets from the Jacuzzi.

Institutionalised 8: A Snug Plug

Thu, 01 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part seven

Part 8: A Snug Plug

I stood and moving in front of her, took the butt plug and theatrically smeared some lube over its full length, with an extra blob on the tip.

“I find it hard to believe you are an anal virgin, and such an expert too.” I said coolly as she glared at me, saliva already forming around her lips. “Well, best get on, we’ll take our time.”

The Opportunity

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

Although I had initiated the following conversation at breakfast, I was soon to learn throughout the course of the day that I was not to be its sole beneficiary.

“I know we’ve tried it many times over the past ten years, but I’d at least like to make it for an entire day, then possible stretch it to thirty, and maybe even a year or more. Who knows? The sky’s the limit!”

Kalyn's Accident

Wed, 24 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Woman to Sexdoll TF

It was twelve p.m. when Kalyn Parks arrived at the Shady Tree Doll Factory. Kalyn was a 5’2 busty brunette with a figure that any girl would kill for and although she was a shy person she did love her body. That was part of the reason she called for a meeting with the head of the factory Brian Cruise. She had a plan that only he could help with. So as she entered the factory and was lead to the main office by the secretary. “Hello there Miss Parks I presume? Welcome to the Shady Tree Doll Factory I am Brian Cruise so please tell me what it is that you need my help with” Mr. Cruise says while greeting Kalyn. “Hello there Mr. Cruise um well I suppose my request is … strange and I understand if you don’t want to help me but I have to ask” the brunette says very timidly. “Please Kalyn call me Brian and I am no stranger to the weird. For god’s sake I work in a doll factory, my life is the definition of weird so please ask away.” He said well naturedly while leaned against the desk in the middle of the room. “Um … well … my boyfriend and I have been together for a year now and I really like him so I want to make this one special so I was going to make myself a doll for him…” she said quickly but still clear enough for Brian to understand and nod slowly. “So just to clarify, you want me to help you become a doll for your boyfriend?” he asked to which he received a brief nod from the now beat red girl. “How exactly shall we do this?” he inquired while standing up to give her his full attention.

Institutionalised 4: Adjusting To An Institutional Life

Wed, 18 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part three

Part 4: Adjusting To An Institutional Life

The shock of losing my case, and being so thoroughly humiliated in front of the panel, and my sister, took its toll on me over the next few days, during which I fell into a terrible depression. I had expected all along that I would be successful and never imagined I would be incarcerated against my wishes, until Mann and his assistants had decided I was no longer a threat to them. The hint by Tyra that she thought she would have enough money in two or three years to quit was the only, very small consolation I could hang onto. But even then, three years here?

Institutionalised 2: Caught!

Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

Part 2: Caught!

Yep, all right, I’d seen enough, this was probably none of my business – although it did immediately cross my mind that it might make quite a story. I had to get the hell out, but at that precise moment the doctor turned, saw me, and shouted.

“Shit, shit, get her, get her.” I recognised the voice immediately and that delayed me in turning on my heels as the two nurses leapt after me, the “patient” getting up from the bed clumsily. I was wearing the sandals, which didn’t give me good grip, and I had stupidly closed the two locked doors behind me. I approached the first, fumbling with the combination when the first, and then the second nurse grabbed and pulled me back. Shit! We fell over in a confusion of squeaking rubber bodies, arms and legs flailing. The “patient” then arrived and they turned me over on my front, my arms trapped underneath me. I realised immediately that three against one was not a fair fight, and I was buggered. I struggled but to no avail. Then I saw the doctor approach and throw a bundle of rubber on the floor beside by squirming body.

Institutionalised 3: A Close Shave

Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part two

Part 3: A Close Shave

They unbuckled me from the trolley, my legs cramping at first, and then they removed my straightjacket. I was hot and sweaty but oh, I was so relieved, although I knew something nasty was probably coming. They led me, unresisting to the gyn/ob chair and quickly strapped me in, rubber straps being pulled tight at my ankles, knees, thighs, waist, above my breasts, then at biceps and wrists. When they were finished I could only move my head. I was naked except for my mask, and for that I was relieved. And I could still taste and smell all the juices of the women, and Dr. Mann’s sperm on me. Yes, it was quite a cocktail to savour all right.

Institutionalised

Tue, 26 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: The Star Reporter On The Case

“No, absolutely not. What, on the basis of a tip, an anonymous tip at that, you want to go investigating into my institute. It’s probably some relative who feels aggrieved. No, I have absolute faith in my staff here, there is no abuse, I reiterate, no abuse of any patients under my care.”

“Look,” I took a deep breath, “this is what I do for a living and I’m good at it, of course we get anonymous tips, all the time, many of them come to nothing, but this was different, this was twice. So I’ll ask again, I want to come here and investigate rumours, okay not rumours, this tip. If there’s nothing in it, well great for you. And anyway what have you got to hide?”

Flesh, Metal, Rubber

Tue, 12 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

“How long have these bothered you?” said the voice.

“Since I was a child.”

“But how long have they bothered you?” the voice insisted.

“I just said-”

The voice interrupted him mid-sentence. It had done this nearly a half-dozen times. It was getting to be profoundly annoying. “How long?”

He furrowed his brow. Eventually, Alen spoke. “Twenty years.” When there was a pause, he continued. “Twenty years and.. and I don’t know how many days. Since I was a child. It came and went. Sometimes I was perfectly normal. Other times it was unbearable. But for several years now, it’s been the same frustration and the same… empty sensations.”

A Real 'Fun Party'

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

My wife had been putting on those Fun Parties; you know the ones were all the women buy sex toys, books and other stuff, for a few years now. One day she tells me that she needs to add something to my sales line, something different. “Like what?” I asked.

“ I don’t know” she said.

“You know how we like latex, why not some of that. It really works for us. Maybe some cheap catsuits or something.”

From Lab Rat to Slave 14

Sat, 15 Oct 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 13

Chapter 14

Jess put his hands on his head and said; What are we going to do now?

I said; with all due respect Mm huhm Sir before making any decision we need all the facts and we do not know what the department want us to do so, Lets call our attorneys and get them to get us an appointment with the person responsible for this subpoena and see if we can get some answers before making any decision.

Kidnapped Mistaken Identity 3

Thu, 08 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Kidnapped Mistaken Identity 2)

Part Three

DAY 3

Previous story codes: FFF/m; D/s; captive; dungeon; bond; rubber; hood; catsuits; corset; nurse; maid; tease; torment; force; needles; sounds; cockcage; sendep; chairtie; bdsm; punish; cane; femdom; denial; mast; oral; climax; nc/reluct; XX

I slept soundly then “get up Cretin”; I was awakened with a start from a deep sleep by female voices and a shaking by them. Mistress R and Matron were here to collect me. Both were dressed as usual in themed fetish rubber. This time it was military garb from Mistress R who was wearing patent knee length boots an obscenely short skin tight mini-skirt, a tight buttoned military coat and a peaked cap all in glossy latex. Matron had on her transparent nurse outfit with a long black sinister medical rubber apron.

From Lab Rat to Slave 11

Thu, 18 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part ten

Chapter 11

The work load was tremendous. We where working 14 to 16 hours a day and we had to make thousands of dollars in payments to expedite the permits and inspectors but, money was no object. I was confronted with a serious parking problem and visited the neighbor in our back yard that had a 10 acre back yard He agreed to sell 8 acres at 3.5 mil. I ended up getting for 1.7 mil. I contracted to build a 15 foot high sound proof wall all around the property and had the architect and engineer work together on maximizing parking and low lighting so as to not disturb the neighborhood with cars in and out all hours of day and night. I was particularly happy when all the dungeon equipment was stored at a warehouse I found and had it secured with alarms and cameras.

From Lab Rat to Slave 12

Thu, 18 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 11

Chapter 12

Jacky and I had a light meal then retired to our room and were locked in. We enjoyed sleeping body to body but, did not have any lesbian tendencies. Our love was as sisters maybe even closer because of all the unusual and uncommon tribulations we had suffered. I asked her how come she never told me that she knew of my identity and she answered that after observing the trauma I must have gone thru, she had no choice but to accept it and did not want to mention it until I was ready to tell her. She did confess that at the time she was hurt and relieved at the same time to know that I was alive.

From Lab Rat to Slave 13

Thu, 18 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 12

Chapter 13

We had a lot of control because we had been distributing Thom’s directives and orders through e-mails for the past months. We now had to issue his orders ourselves. We got pushed into a corner and had to improvise and I did not like improvisations, I always needed to plan every detail of any important move and boy,,, this was the move of all moves. We knew that he would be kept sedated for the next couple of days and then what?

A Specialist Lady

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

It was mid afternoon on a chill winter day. Mark was on his way to visit his mistress Heather in her residential unit in a quiet middle class area.

He was just turned forty, never married, was lean, fit and still had most of his hair. He still might have been considered reasonably youthful. At least his lady friend thought so. He was an investment advisor by occupation.

Heather, herself was slightly younger. One brief, unhappy marriage in her early thirties was now behind her. Best forgotten, she thought. She still had most of her early slimness and was as healthy as her partner. Her oval face retained some of its youth and was attractively framed with short dark brown hair. She held a senior position in the office where she worked. After a bitter divorce she had managed to gain possession of the jointly shared apartment and was thankful for this. She was on good terms with most of the other residents in the building. It was here that she and Mark held most of their meetings.

Colonia da Borracha

Mon, 09 Nov 2015 00:00:00 +0000

I changed my job and was sent to an isolated city in the South American jungles that changed me from a charter bus driver to the wife of a millionaire industrialist.

During the day I was a charter bus driver and at night, I was going from one X book store to another to find out if I had the courage to have a sexual experience that I only fantasized about but never practiced because of male pride and principals. When at home I usually had a few days off to make up for the weekends I worked through while on the road. I was using them to find a better carrier that would be more gratifying and paid better. I went to an interview that I found in the internet, of an international company looking for candidates willing to relocate outside the U.S. with a starting salary of 35k. a year. This was ideal for me since nothing was holding me in my location and I love adventure and change.

The Building

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

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

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

Breaking Free

Tue, 13 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000

It was a warm summers day in the middle of July as the sun lifted it’s self above the lay of the land and into the deep blue sky. It was a lovely morning as the streets and roads around Cowley Road in the historical city of Oxford. People walked around with newspapers and coffee in hand as they headed to work. Just a normal day on a normal street. Just as the clock hit 9:24am a door blew open and a chained rubber bondage slave struggled out. She was wearing an odd head helmet and other bondage equipment. The rubber was making a loud squeaking sound as she walked away from the door. She was being spotted by more and more people as she moved away from the door she had just come from.

Enslaved by the Nipples

Tue, 13 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000

I was recently divorced because I had a problem with premature ejaculation. I was not the greatest lover around to women. Then a man changed my sexual desires, transforming me into a rubber trans bitch whore by playing with my nipples. I was receiving royalties from a mechanical directory booklet I wrote a few years ago. Since the divorce I was checking out the sex webs and to my surprise enjoying the male submissive stories more than the regular sex webs.

The Thief and The Bounty Hunter

Sat, 10 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Thief and The Bounty Hunter)

Part 2

“Who am I?”

For most, this would be a simple question, perhaps an exercise in philosophical thinking. For the naked woman now staring at her reflection, it was much more than that. But it hadn’t always been so.

Just over two months ago, she had known without question who she was. Back then, she’d been Victoria Swann. Secretly, she had also been the international thief known as the Phantom Fem. Only one person had ever discovered her dual identity, and it was because of him that she now asked herself this question.

BBF 1: Vicky & Suzan

Tue, 19 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000

This was told to me by Vicky and Suzan. At the moment they are tied up so I will relate the story to you. The names have been changed to protect the kinky.

Part 1: Vicky & Suzan

BBF

Hi, my name is Vicky and I’m going to tell you how I met Suzan. First, a little about myself. I’m a 28 year old, 5 foot 7 inch brunette. I’m slim with a nice set of full B cups, but I wish I had a rounder butt. But what are you going to do. I live in a small town on the east side of the lake. I own a small cottage located by the edge of park where the dunes are located, it’s mine since my parents got divorced. I was finishing my second year in college. They felt sorry for me since dad was taking off with his trophy wife and Mom decided she wanted to find herself. This was my gift from them since they were too busy with themselves.

BBF 2: The Pillory

Tue, 19 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

This was told to me by Vicky and Suzan. At the moment they are tied up so I will relate the story to you. The names have been changed to protect the kinky.

Part 2: The Pillory

As I lay on the chase lounge chair, sipping a bit of wine, I thought on how I could intensify my latest bondage adventure. I needed something to really impale me. I am going to give it some thought.

BBF 3: Exercising with a Twist

Tue, 19 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part two

This was told to me by Vicky and Suzan. At the moment they are tied up so I will relate the story to you. The names have been changed to protect the kinky.

Part 3: Exercising with a Twist

I was at work on Thursday and work was slow. I saw Suzan stopped in town for groceries. I saw she was walking a bit slower, maybe a bit bowlegged. Looks like that monster she was riding did a number on her tight little pussy. I don’t think I could ride that monster dildo the way she did, but then it would be an experience. If Suzan asked me to do it, I would gladly impale myself on it just to prove my friendship.

BBF 4: "The Discovery"

Tue, 19 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part three

This was told to me by Vicky and Suzan. At the moment they are tied up so I will relate the story to you. The names have been changed to protect the kinky.

Part 4: “The Discovery”

I drove down to Suzan’s and stopped 100 feet from the house since I was early. I did not want to surprise her if she was not tied up. I slowly approached the fence and saw some balloons floating overhead. I thought that was sweet, she got some balloons for me. I peeked over the fence and to my amazement I saw Suzan spread eagle in front of the deck. Her ice timer had her locked in place till her release.

Another Planet

Sun, 10 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000

This damn planet… Another odd world were everything is off kilter and strange.

How I long for our home world, where the climate is controlled and hospitable; somewhere the inhabitants are not so hostile or un-understanding.

Before I continue My Report, I would humbly beg for forgiveness… My deeds were intended in the best and kindest manner.

We are forced to wear our Light Suits inside, to gain the strength to venture outside essentially naked. Whispy coverings of a local plant refined into a woven thread seems to be the normal attire. Heavy Suits are impractical due to the social visiting and surprisingly random nature of the Indigenous Population. These beings will visit WITHOUT ANY prior notice.

The Almost Gender Change Experiment

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

I was 66 years old, worried about the inactive Hep virus I contracted during a transfusion while in the Air Force which became activated, when I was kidnapped and forced into a medical experiment that changed me into another completely different and younger object of sexual pleasure.

At age 66, the last thing in my mind was sex. The sudden Hep B attack 6 years ago, had eaten away over a quarter of my liver, and the fact that my days on this earth where few, just surviving each day was uppermost in my mind. I kept exercising by bicycling 3 to 5 miles every day, which was becoming almost impossible due to my deteriorating health. It was a beautiful perfect day in Key Largo, Florida, temperature was 72 degrees, and the sun was shining. I was not feeling well so I decided to go for the shorter route of 3 miles on the Bicycle. This route was on a one way narrow road near the water in the back streets. I was in a kind of deserted area when I heard a vehicle coming behind me and slowed down making me apprehensive not to lose my balance, I tried to look to the side however, someone grabbed me by the collar and pulled me inside a van making me land on a large mattress. It was so quick that by the time I realized where I was, a plastic mask was placed over my mouth and nose and a man’s voice said; “Just keep calm and breathe deeply”. I did and passed out.

Deserved Fate

Sun, 08 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000

What had I done to deserve this? What had I done?

I am a rubberist. I’ve been one as long as I can remember. I mean my first memory as a child was my sister’s heavy rubber-lined cotton pink rain coat. You know the ones if you can remember back to the mid-1950s. It had those brass-tone buckles… I think four of them… that you pushed the tongue through the female slot then flipped the thing closed. The collar was a stiff corduroy lined rubber. When the top buckled was closed the thing fitted tight to my neck. There was a matching pink rain hat… it was floppy and had a brim all around. I never wore the coat in the rain but I wore it in our apartment in Brooklyn. I felt a certain safety in its cool slick outer shell and the knowledge, even as a little boy, the material would shield me from all manner of evil things… well that was the fantasy I envisioned… total protection from all those bad things out there.

Tina's Adventures as a Doll

Sat, 03 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Tina was listening to her friend nodding her head now and then seemingly bored with the conversation. It was the way she was feeling these days just finding everything to be so tedious and uninteresting anymore. Then her friend who while she had a noticeable Italian accent spoke English quite well said a most remarkable thing. “He told me he’d do it this weekend! Isn’t that great Tina!” Lisa said with an excited grin.

Room: 1

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

story continued from Four Prison Cells

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

Sex Doll

Sat, 13 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

“I’m going to make you into my sex doll. That’s right, SEX DOLL. Never again will you be able to move, at least not without me ordering you to, or be able to dictate what is going to happen to you.”

“I am fed up with dealing with men, and their sexual advances, always clamoring over my body when I am not in the mood… tiresome, so I have found out how to turn people into objects. YOU, my sexy man, will make an excellent sex doll!”

CFS, Inc

Sat, 06 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from A Curious Fashion Statement

Monica had no clue as to what to expect from her treatment of Jon. This experience was fueled by her longtime anger, the urge to obtain revenge for the loss of her sister Dawn so many years ago. But passion in many forms can sublimate, evolve to take on a character unexpected. Such was the case as Jon flailed helplessly, pounding on Monica’s firm rubber ass, desperately struggling to escape her suffocating deathtrap. On the other end of the bizarre physical connection between the two, Monica was finding the sucking feeling of Jon’s attempts to inhale, & the squirming of his face & head against her buttocks & crotch to be unexpectedly erotic, stimulating, & empowering.

The Trouble with Pantyhose

Mon, 25 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

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.

A Curious Fashion Statement

Wed, 13 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Jon was confident that the stage was set for a successful Friday night out. He’d made enough casual acquaintances in a variety of bars around San Francisco so that he could easily make a comfortable entrance, greeting a few folks as he surveyed the scene for attractive & approachable unattached women. His practice had usually enabled him to enjoy a satisfying one night stand on a fairly regular basis, but he seldom took the same girl home more than once, avoiding long term commitments at all costs. His sexual preferences were fairly tame by Bay area standards, but he’d had his occasional flirtations with kink in the past.

Four Prison Cells

Wed, 06 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Bunny was one of four friends that searched and explored old abandon buildings in and around the city of Oxford. Bunny was a lively and loud character with her long purple hair dropping over her beautiful face. Her large breasts popped out of her chest so did her perfect ass. She was just under 6ft and had a slim and trimmed body. Bunny was dressed in a rock and roll style with black leggings and a leather jacket. She was also wearing white converse shoes and white Animal T-shirt. Bunny was one hell of a good looking girl.

Balloon Ride

Sun, 04 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Her name, ironically, was Sapphire Skye. Ironic because Dr. Skye, as she was also known, was a leading expert in meteorology. She was also well known in meteorological circles as the designer of the newest generation of weather balloons. Especially ironic now, considering her situation.

Sapphire woke slowly, her mind still foggy with sleep. Fuzzily, she remembered being in her lab, preparing for a test release. The space boys needed information about air currents over their launch sites, stating a concern for the effects of wind speed on launch trajectory. Sapphire had thus planned a timed series of releases, in order to gauge how upper atmospheric wind speeds changed during the day. Her last clear memory had been of inspecting the final balloon prior to launching the first.

A Slave to Fashion

Sun, 30 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Story based on an original story entitled “The Trap” by Wanda

Tara and I had been co-workers for a few months. We worked together at a clothing company that specialized in latex, leather and bondage wear. Even though we both landed our jobs at around the same time, Tara always told everyone that she had seniority over me. Truthfully, from the moment that we started we had been competing with one another in all of our projects. Let’s face it, niche companies like ours needed to watch its expenses, and we both knew that the company really only needed one fetish fashion designer. I tried not to be overtly competitive, but I knew that she was doing everything in her power to keep her job.

Reunited

Fri, 07 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

He’d run and she’d let him go because he’d hurt her after changing her. He’d made her need the things he needed to get off and then dumped her because she’d been The One. He’d run to someone who could never enjoy that way of life, and his life became dark and bitter, but safe and predictable.

He told himself that the next man would cure her and bring her to the normal life she so desperately wanted. Rumors of a wedding got back to him and his escape seemed seamless. No guilt and a “normal” life for him again. But it didn’t last, and one day he found himself alone again, living in a friend’s attic out of pity. Whispers about him came to him in the night, and the pain was like a black hole at the center of his being, hungry for more of him.

Dixie's Trip to the Pet Store

Mon, 21 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000

The bell chimed as the door swung open to the pet shop. Sitting at the desk Trish looked up from her magazine. She noticed with a little contempt the girl who had interrupted her article. She was a little taller than Trish probably around 5’ 7” the body of an athlete. The girl looked like she had come straight from a game or practice. Trish could see the grass stains on her shorts and how she wore a jersey with the number 4 on it. How appropriate that would be she thought dryly. The girl’s toned legs made her assume a soccer player.

The Rubber Milkmaid

Wed, 09 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Rebecca pawed her way through the racks of rubber goods like a kitten in a yarn factory. Today was the grand opening of the new rave and fetishwear store, and she’d been one of the first customers through the door. Now, surrounded by rubber, latex, and vinyl clothing, she found herself practically squealing with delight.

She picked up a hood and held it to her face, breathing in the fresh scent of new rubber. The material was smooth in her hands, a shiny emerald - not her color, but gorgeous nonetheless. Reluctantly, she placed it back on the shelf.

My Perfect Session

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000

I’d like to be helpless and tortured and humiliated for your fun and sexual pleasure

Before we start I’ll let you tie me to the hook in the room and gag me where you can be evil and whip me, candle wax me or clip me to show me what punishment to expect if I don’t obey. And give you pleasure marking my body.

This statement of my perfect session also give you my permission to be as evil as you want and to do anything you want and you may mark my body in any way you want. And after you read my prefect session you may add anything else you want to cause me torture or humiliation for your pleasure and enjoyment

The Murderess 2

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

(story continues from The Murderess)

8. TRANSFERED

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

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

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

Unconventional

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

The resort is commonly called ‘The Elms’. It’s surrounded by lush green forests, clear blue lakes and hills. Secluded and yet within a day’s drive of several major Midwest cities. Once the playground of the upper classes, it was now a resort for those of more modest means. A place where families and couples could get away from the hustle and bustle of metropolitan life and enjoy the peace and quiet of the country.

Reorientation

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

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

Reorientation

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

End of Days 3: The Arrival

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

continues from part two

Part 3: The Arrival

She had her, the woman, free only minutes prior, was now her prisoner. It had been such an easy matter to capture the woman, and wrap her body in bandages, covering every inch of flesh and skin, but she hadn’t stopped there. Great care had been taken to use bandages that were extra tight and stretchy, which compressed the woman’s cute, curvy body. Now that her mummification was complete, Quinn could ensure that her prisoner had no chance of escape, no opportunity to wiggle free. The casket would see to that. Kneeling, Quinn took the mummy’s squirming shoulders and began to drag her across the floor, heading towards the open casket. Candles were set about it, giving a soft glow to the darkened room. Buried under the wrappings, the woman couldn’t see the beauty, or realize how elegant this entombment really was. All she knew was darkness, and the knowledge that the bandages wrapped around her body made escape impossible. But still she wiggled, refusing to go without a fight. Reaching the casket, Quinn wrapped her arms around the mummy’s tummy, squeezing hard as she lifted her off the ground. As if sensing the end, the mummy squirmed, legs trying to kick, offering one last feeble resistance. But her efforts were for naught, as the resistance did little good. Amused at the effort, Quinn stood, letting her mummified captive squirm, enjoying the feel of the wrappings, and soft flesh beneath her arms. Then, deciding to end it, she gave the mummy a squeeze, putting her in a warm hug. Such a move seemed to calm the mummy slightly, as she went lip. Arms crossed and wrapped over her chest, she couldn’t return the favor. Relaxed as she was, the mummy was caught off guard when Quinn quickly lowered her into the casket. She began to struggle again, rolling and wiggling as Quinn took the straps and buckled them around the bandaged body, tightening them until the mummy couldn’t move, held down tightly. All she could do now was wiggle helplessly, a faint mewing escaping her wrappings. “Sleep well,“ Quinn said, grinning as she took the lid and brought it down. When it was closed, she put the latches in place, locking the lid down, and leaving the mummy to wiggle inside its resting place. Stepping back, Quinn looked the casket over, making sure everything was in place, and that every lock, strap, and bolt was secure. Once it was, and everything was to her satisfaction, she rubbed her hands through her hair, and collapsed on the sofa, glad to be off her feet for a few minutes. These play sessions were still as enjoyable as ever, but as Quinn had gotten older, she got tired more easily. But that wasn’t a problem; a few minutes of rest, and she’d be ready to go once more. Her rest was interrupted when the phone rang. Groaning, Quinn reached over and picked it up. “Black Delights,“ she said, putting on her best business voice. “How can I help you? “Oh, hi, this is Mr. Kim.“ Delighted, Quinn smiled. “Mr. Kim! Calling in to confirm your appointment, are you?“ Even over the phone, Quinn could easily visualize her next client grinning. “Oh yes.“ “Let me double check the schedule,“ Pulling out a small, leather organizer, she flipped it open, flipped through the pages until she arrived at tomorrow’s date. “Yep, here you are. Billy Kim, ten AM sharp.“ “Excellent! Though, I did want to call to ask about something else.“ “Oh?“ “I… uh… I got something new I want to try out. One of my boyfriends gave me this neoprene sleepsack, and I was wondering if we could fit that in.“ Quinn grinned. “Of course we can. If you have a fantasy, we can make it come true, though it will cost a little extra.“ “Oh, that won’t be an issue!“ ‘Thank goodness,’ Quinn thought. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then!“ “I’m looking forward to it!“ Hanging up, Quinn tried to hold back the small squeal of joy that wanted to tear itself free. If the stars aligned, and fate smiled on her for once, then Mr. Kim’s last minute addition might be the lucky sign she needed. Getting up, Quinn quickly checked on her client inside the casket. Lifting up the lid wasn’t an issue, as a tiny infared camera fed a signal to a portable television, allowing her to peer inside. Ms. Cunningham, her mummified client, was resting comfortably, her bandaged chest slowly moving up and down. Satisfied that her charge was safe and comfortable, Quinn went to the computer and brought up the spreadsheet detailing all her monthly expenses. Typing in the amount from this session, she wasn’t pleased with the result; though Ms. Cunningham paid handsomely, and gave generous tips, her session made only a small dent in the month’s expenses, Quinn was still about two hundred dollars in the red. ‘Close’ she thought. ‘But not quite enough’. She’d have to find a few ways to get enough money to cover the remaining balance, while she couldn’t fit another client into her schedule, she could offer Mr. Kim a few extra perks. His session alone would cover a hundred and fifty dollars, with the sleepsack adding another ten, but if she threw in a massage or two, along with a dip in the Jacuzzi, then perhaps that would finally put her in the black. But if he didn’t take it, then she doubted that the bill collectors would be eager at another extension. There was a loud thunder crack outside, the tenth one in the past hour. While the thunder, lightning, and torrential downfall had certainly made for great drama while playing out Ms. Cunningham’s fantasy of being captured and mummified by an evil female priest (a role Quinn had played with all the relish she could muster), having those strikes come so frequently and so loudly was starting to get on Quinn’s nerves. Checking the camera once more, she saw that Ms. Cunningham was lying still, unaffected by the storm outside Quinn’s small home. But just to play it safe, Quinn turned on a white noise generator, filling the interior of the casket with the sound. From Quinn’s own experiences, the sound would help soothe her client and help her enjoy the experience more, especially the sensation of being safely sealed away from the turbulence and the storm outside. With the role of evil priestess finished, Quinn stood and walked to the closet, where she took off the robes and put them away, getting back into her standard outfit: Black cat suit, black leather trench coat, and thick boots. In this guise, she would come to ‘rescue’ Ms. Cunningham in an hour or two, at which point her client, relieved at having been freed from an early grave, would give her rescuer all the passionate sex she could muster, followed by being whisked away to safety, and a night in a warm bed. With everything under control for the moment, Quinn headed to the television and switched it on, wanting to see if there were any reports about the storm. Hopefully it was an intense, but brief one, and would pass within a few hours, or at the latest, with the first rays of the sun. "” and scientists are still baffled at the onslaught of the storm, which, at this point, has started to spread across the planet, engulfing many countries in near hurricane force gales. There are currently no explanations for their cause, or why they are so intense.“ The screen shifted to a map of the United States, showing little cartoon clouds hovering over most of the country, including her area. To make things even worse, Quinn’s area was getting warnings about dangerous amounts of rainfall, rivers overflowing, and flooding in general throughout the rest of the week. ‘Oh, damn.’ If the weather reports were true, and the rivers were going to overflow, then she was screwed. The roads would be impassable, and Mr. Kim wouldn’t be able to make his appointment. It was a simple, chilling formula. If Mr. Kim didn’t make it, then that meant no money. And no money meant the bills wouldn’t be paid on time, which, in turn, would put Quinn’s entire livelihood in jeopardy. “Damn,“ she cursed. Of all the days for the weather to turn temperamental, it had to be tomorrow. Still at least Ms. Cunningham was here. If she was unable to leave due to the flooding, then perhaps Quinn could convince her to stay another day, perhaps have another session or two. Maybe, just maybe, Quinn could persuade her to enjoy the warm confines of the casket for another day. The woman was definitely a kinky one; the thought of spending an entire day mummified, with the occasional orgasm if she was good and submissive, could be enough to persuade her to stay. Quinn hoped that was the case, she couldn’t stand the thought of Cunningham leaving. Oh, she’d be happy with what she had gotten, and a happy customer was always a good thing, but her happiness wouldn’t pay the bills unless she wanted to play some more. With another crack, the rains came down even harder.

End of Days 5: Explanations

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

continues from part four

Part 5: Explanations

“Ma’am?” Blinking her eyes, Quinn awoke, looked around. She was back inside her house; she could hear the rain pouring outside, mixing with the crackle of a nice, cheery fire that burned in the fireplace, warming the house. But there were other sounds, now, of feet moving, and hushed talking. “Ma’am, are you all right?” Jolting up, Quinn saw that her house was filled with several strangers, some dressed in Egyptian attire, others dressed in thick rubber clothing like her own. Only one man appeared to be normal, and it was a relief to see him. But he wasn’t the one who had woken her. Looking over, Quinn saw that it was the spider man who had spoken. Seeing it a second time was enough to make her shriek and fall over, trying to get away. “Please, do not be afraid,” the spider man said, bringing his hands up. “I mean you no harm, and neither do the others.” “Who-no, what are you?!” Quinn demanded. “My name is Prince Theodore of the Drider species.” “Drider?” “Yes, that is what my kind is called. And before you ask, we do not eat human beings. That is against our laws and our culture.” Quinn looked at the prince, trying to decipher if he was telling the truth, or feeding her a lie. He seemed truthful, and his body language (or at least, what she could read of it) showed that he was being sincere. “All right, Mr. Theodore, but what in heaven’s name are you doing in my house? And for that matter, what are all of you doing here?” “That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” the man before her said. “And who are you?” Quinn asked. “My name is Gromet; I’m a website manager.” “What kind of website?” Gromet hesitated for a moment, seemingly embarrassed. “Never mind. Now will you all please tell me what you’re doing here?” “We’re not sure,” Theodore said. “We’ve been discussing it while you were unconscious, and can’t come up with a solution. We were hoping you’d be able to enlighten us.” “Me?” Quinn shook her head. “I don’t have a clue about what’s going on, other then several people, a half human half spider thing, and a killer whale have popped out of the sky into my front yard. How am I supposed to explain that?!” “Her name is Jude,” a woman said. She was wearing a wetsuit, and looked as out of place as everyone else. “What?” “Jude. The killer whale. That’s her name.” “And you are?” “Nia, her trainer. We were practicing a new routine at the park when there was this bright flash, and the two of us were sucked into it, and landed in that lake.” Her story seemed as rational as any Quinn had heard so far. Turning, she looked at a man and a woman lying on her sofa, both tightly bandaged and wrapped like Egyptian mummies, though the man’s arms, while wrapped, were loose and able to move around, while the woman’s legs were the same. “Okay, what about those two? Why are they wrapped up like that? Did any of you do this?” “No, they didn’t,” the man said, shifting slightly. “And who are you?” “My name is Robert.” “Okay Robert, what are you doing wrapped up like that?” Robert looked down at his bandages. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” “There’s a giant spid-drider in my room. Try me.” Robert thought, trying to figure out how best to tell his story. “Well, I was kidnapped by the Egyptian god of the dead, wrapped up like this, and condemned to be his sex slave for eternity, much like poor Aalyia here.” The woman looked up at Quinn. Unlike Robert, her mouth was bandaged over, silencing her. “Woah, woah, hang on,” Quinn said. “Egyptian god of the dead? You’re not talking about Anubis, are you?” “The very same.” “Oh come on! Anubis is a myth, something made up. He’s as real as Thor, Odin, and all the other pagan gods throughout the centuries.” “I know it’s hard to believe,” Robert said. “I didn’t either, at first, but he’s real. I can prove it.” He looked around. “Xesex?” There was a crashing noise in one of the nearby rooms. Then, a tall, snake like being pulled itself through one of the doorways, and into the living room. “Yes Robert?” Then, upon seeing Quinn, it said, “Ah, greetings human! I do apologize for all this, but you see, we were suddenly dropped here, my friends and I, and don’t know where we are.” Quinn said nothing, staring at him. “All you all right?” “Just stunned, I believe,” Theodore said. “It appears that humans of this area, are not familiar with encountering creatures of our type.” “I am a god, actually. Not a creature.” “No way,” Quinn said, getting her voice back. “Gods aren’t real. And even then, I’ve never heard of you.” “I am not surprised,” Xesex said, shaking his head. “The belief system I belonged to died out long ago. But I can prove my divinity to you; it would be quite easy.” Quinn hesitated, unsure of what she had gotten herself into. “Well, okay, but as long as it’s not permanent or evil or mischievous.”

The Slut Chip

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

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

Chapter 1: Sissy Doll Fifi

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

The Caroline Doll

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

(Story devised with help from Kentwolf.)

The Acme Doll Company, located in a sprawling industrial park in Western Long Island, received an unusual visitor one autumn Monday morning at 11:00 am sharp. The woman who approached the receptionist was blonde, lovely, and dressed in an attractive white blouse and charcoal-gray skirt that were just barely conservative enough to be business attire. And she was surely not more than three feet tall. She had to stand well back from the front desk for the receptionist to see her at all.

Jennifer's Toy

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

The sun was bright and high in the afternoon sky on a cool Saturday afternoon in a London suburb. Tonight was the famous Skin Two Rubber Ball 1999. Things were quiet and still in the bedroom of the flat of Jennifer’s friend. The sun was shining in through the open curtains. Downstairs could be heard the talking of the two rubberists about tonight’s Ball.

“I wish I didn’t have this darn cold,” said Kim as she sniffled.

The Blue Raincoat 2

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one Part 2

The first part of this story was originally intended to be just that, i.e. a complete story, leaving the rest to the imagination of the readers. However, after several favourable comments on my email I continued the story. Paul couldn’t help thinking that all his dreams had come true, his love of rubber and rainwear were being played out with this wonderful girl, Sally. Both of them, arm in arm, dressed in identical shiny blue satin and rubber raincoats strolling down the street in pouring rain. The sound of their macs swishing together complimented the feeling of the rubber lining moving against their skin, the hoods pulled well over their faces and the slight constriction of the tight belts around their waists and wrists. The rain cascading down their coats reflected the light from streetlamps and car headlights. Paul had never been out in public in this sort of raincoat before, except for the excursion to the sandwich shop a few weeks earlier, and he was enjoying the thoughts of other people looking at them both and wondering how they had the nerve to do it. But what other people thought didn’t faze Paul at all, and in any case with the hood pulled so far over his head it was doubtful that he would be recognized anyway. Sally still had her hand caressing Paul’s bottom and he was loving it, so he moved his hand to Sally’s smooth bottom and stroked it too. Sally then stopped, turned to face Paul and brought his head towards hers and kissed him full on the lips and lingered for quite a while with her hand pulling him into her. The two hoods had come together to form one and cut out all the light as they continued to kiss as the rain poured down over them. Paul took in the aroma of Sally’s perfume and makeup along with the sent from the rubber lining of her raincoat hood, her lips were sweet and tender and her skin very smooth. Eventually they broke apart and continued their way to the cinema hand in hand. Tickets were purchased and ice creams obtained and they found their way to their seats, luckily enough to get the last two on the back row. The arm rest between them was able to be folded up and out of the way so Sally and Paul could snuggle up close and cosy. They both left their raincoats on to start with whilst the previews for future movies were being shown, but then it started to get a little too warm so they removed the coats and folded them with the rubber lining on the outside and placed them over their laps so they could still enjoy the feeling of the lining. Sally moved her hand over to Paul’s raincoat to caress it on his lap and she could feel the stirrings of Paul’s manhood beneath it. Paul placed his arm around Sally and kissed her tenderly ever so softly brushing his lips upon hers. He held her head gently and slowly moved his hand over the raincoat as Sally pressed her hand firmer on his groin. The movie commenced so they both sat back to watch whilst still holding hands over the rubber lining of their raincoats. The movie was very exciting with lots of special effects with a good story line and it took their attention away from each other somewhat. Avatar is a long movie there is an intermission around the middle for patrons to go for a toilet break or drinks from the kiosk. Sally excused herself to go to the loo and took her raincoat with her. Paul stayed in his seat and awaited her return. Several minutes later Sally returned wearing her raincoat and holding a bundle of clothes, eased passed Paul and sat down. Paul looking puzzled at the clothes realizing they were the clothes she was wearing just a few minutes ago and Sally smiled to him and whispered, “I took off ALL my clothes so it is just me and my raincoat, and it feels so cool and erotic, no one knows except you and me”. Paul responded, “Wait here, I will be right back”, and with that went to the toilets along with his raincoat to return moments later dressed in the raincoat and carrying a bundle of clothes !!!!!! Sally and Paul’s concentration on the second half of the movie was somewhat difficult each knowing that the other was totally naked under the respective rubberized raincoats. Paul especially, was having great difficulty accepting how things had moved along since the morning when he had asked Sally for a date to the movie. Here he was bare skinned in a wonderful girl’s shiny satin and rubber raincoat cuddling up to his dream girl similarly dressed, or actually UNDRESSED, apart from her raincoat. Paul eased Sally’s hood over her head as she did the same for him and they rested their heads together and watched the rest of the movie. With the movie finished and the patrons all out of the cinema, Sally suggested they go for a coffee at the new café up the high street, “I’m game if you are” Paul said as he eased his arm behind her waist and pulled her closer to him. The rain had stopped now but of course Sally and Paul continued to enjoy wearing their raincoats as they were both still naked underneath. Once in the café they ordered cappuccinos and a cake each and couldn’t help noticing the stares they were getting from the staff and other patrons due to them being identically dressed in tightly belted shiny blue raincoats. Paul was still having trouble believing this was really happening and that he was not in a wonderful dream. Paul plucked up courage and asked Sally about her feelings regarding the raincoats, he obviously knew she liked them otherwise she wouldn’t have one. “Sally, you know well that I like wearing your raincoat but why do you seem to love it when I assumed not many girls would go in for fetish things?”

Mandy's Milk

Sat, 17 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

This story is inspired by Olsen’s Family Dairy Farm and Jane Becomes Livestock. Both great stories in my opinion. I hope you and your visitors are able to enjoy Mandy’s Milk as much as I had fun writing it.

1: Accidental Introduction

Mandy could not believe she was falling victim to her own devices. Had she never pushed her father into the 21st century, she would not be in the predicament she is today. Mandy was born and raised on the family farm. She had left to go to college and had returned after gaining dual degrees in Computer Technology and Financial Accounting. But in the five years since she had left the fourth generation dairy farm; it had become apparent that the farm was in severe jeopardy. As she worked on her accounting degree her father talked more openly about the finances of the farm. As she entered her junior year it was obvious that the family farm was in serious jeopardy. The cost of labor was killing them, productivity was way down, and the profit on their average gallon of milk was breakeven on a good day. She began researching other farms only to find extremely high levels of automation that increased productivity, reduced labor, and lead to a higher grade of more consistent milk. She had convinced her father to completely revamp the farm. It was a huge risk and would cost him nearly everything he had, but she promised the farm would be profitable within two years and could potentially pay for itself within three. He loved his daughter and couldn’t bear the thought that he would be the last generation of farmers and could ultimately be responsible for the demise of the family farm.

What Happens in Vegas

Tue, 13 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I was so proud of Mike. He had gotten his commercial airline license just a few days earlier and today was his first commercial flight as a co-pilot. This had been his lifelong dream and it was finally going to happen. His first flight was going to take him from his home base in Boston to Las Vegas.

It’s a tradition in the airline industry that the completion of a new pilot’s first successful flight calls for a celebration. And Las Vegas was just the place to do it. Unfortunately, I was supposed to stay behind in Boston and miss out on the party! That didn’t seem fair, but I had a plan to change that. Before I found out that the celebration was to be in Las Vegas, I had prepared for our very own celebration. Mike was no different from most men. A pair of high heels on a cute little blond and he had nothing but sex on his mind. To make sure that he didn’t walk off with one of the flight attendants when he got lonely during an overnight stay, I had gotten him a blow-up sex doll. It wasn’t very romantic, but it was only meant to be practical. I had not expected that Mike had never had sex with a doll. It seems anyone who went to college would have at least tried to see what it was like. Mike apparently had not. He seemed less than enthusiastic about the idea of leaving me behind and making do with a love doll. But that was only half the plan. The other half, which he did not know about, was that I had ordered a rubber doll suit for myself. It’s quite an amazing achievement of modern science. Basically, it’s a full enclosure latex suit with built-in feet, hands, and hood. The hood had a typical ‘surprise’ look with a condom built right into the round oral opening. To make it an all around accessible doll, there were also built-in condoms for the anal and vaginal entries. All of it was in baby pink. At first I had thought I’d surprise him after his first successful flight to find me inside the dollsuit at home on our bed. But when it became clear that he would celebrate his first flight in Las Vegas I quickly booked a flight earlier that day to arrive at his hotel before he would get there. That should give me enough time to switch into the dollsuit, leave him a ‘don’t get lonely’ note, and wait for him. Everything worked perfectly. After Mike left early in the morning to get ready for his first flight, I quickly rushed to the airport. Since I had no intention of spending much time in my clothes, I did not pack anything other than a toothbrush and the dollsuit. Given that this was Las Vegas, I did not hesitate to put on a skirt that was probably a bit shorter than I would normally wear in Boston, and a pair of heels that I had never worn outside the bedroom before. I made it just in time to my flight and without any real incidents got safely to Las Vegas. Unfortunately, the hotel where Mike was to stay was not particularly interesting. But I had not really come for the shows and the gambling. It wasn’t long before I had checked in and made myself at home in his room. The clerk at check-in was really nice and gave me the key to Mike’s room. I’m sure he didn’t think for a second that I was Mike’s wife who wanted to surprise him, but as long as I got the key and he agreed not to tell Mike anything when he arrived, I did not care. It didn’t take long before I had changed from my day clothes to becoming a perfect rubber love doll! Getting into the suit was not easy. The latex was much thicker than I had been used to, and with the hands ending in fingerless mittens, getting the zipper to pull up in back was not easy at all. But, after some struggling, I finally made it. Before pulling the hood over my head, I put some plugs into my ears just to increase the sense of being a lifeless doll. Once the suit was on, I was largely cut off from the rest of the world. The only opening for the suit were two small holes for my nostrils. I could not see anything, and my hearing was impaired as well. My mouth was held wide open with a long latex condom extending deep into my mouth. I was sure it was long enough for some deep throat action. Now I just had to do one more thing. I had written a little post-it note at home that should serve as a little instruction, in case any was needed. The note simply read: “Congratulations! You deserve a better love doll. Have fun with her. Live out your wildest fantasies. When done, just leave her on the bed. Love, Kate.” I stuck it on my chest, and went to take a little nap on the bed. All I had to do now was to wait. Back in Boston, things didn’t go as planned for Mike. Another co-pilot got sick and needed to be replaced for a long distance flight to Asia. Mike, not wanting to disappoint his new employer, volunteered. Before getting on the plane, he called home to Kate to leave a brief message on her answering machine. “Honey, there’s been a slight change in plans. I’m going to do my first flight to Hong Kong! Unfortunately, that means I won’t be back for 3 days. I’m really sorry about that, but it’s a great opportunity for me. I can’t wait to get back to you! Think of something fun for us to do as a little celebration! Oh, Steve, you know, the guy who went to flight school with me, took my place on the flight to Vegas. He was so happy to get that route. Apparently there is some sex expo going on and he really wanted to check it out. So he owes me one. Maybe he’ll bring us back some toys….See you Thursday!” I had just dosed off a bit when I heard a click at the door. In an instant, I got incredibly turned on and could not wait for Mike to take full advantage of my position. All I wanted was to be his sex doll for the rest of the night. I really hoped that he would just use me like an object. No great conversation, no ‘cuddling’, just plain and unashamed sexual lust. To my delight, I did not have to wait long. Without saying a word, Mike ran his fingers over my body, turned me over and took me doggy-style with no regard for my comfort whatsoever. I was a little surprised as Mike had not really expressed any interest in anal sex before, but that’s part of what I wanted to know. If Mike could have sex just the way he wanted to, what would he do? I had always suspected that he was a lot kinkier than he seemed. This was my opportunity to find out. During the course of the next hour or so, Mike must have taken me through every position imaginable. It was absolutely the best sex I ever had. There was no talking during the entire time, and every part of my body was sore. It must have been pretty amazing for Mike as well. I could have sworn that his penis was A LOT bigger than it had ever been before. I am normally pretty good at oral sex, but when Mike rammed his dick down my throat I thought it was going to burst my throat! After he was done with me, he left me just like I had asked him to. Then he took a shower and seemed to be getting ready to go out. At a stop-over in San Francisco, Mike tried again to reach Kate at home, but no luck. He left another message on the answering machine, but was getting a bit worried. Back at the East Coast, it was rapidly approaching mid-night and it was very unusual for Kate to be out that late. He checked the answering machine to see if there was a message from her. When either of them could not reach the other one, their back-up plan was always to leave a message on their own answering machine where the other one could call in and check it. He listened to his own message from earlier. But the second message was from Steve. It was an odd message: “Hi Mike, this is Steve. Not sure you’re going to get this message since you’re on your way to Asia, but when you do, give me a call on my mobile. I have something that I believe belongs to you. Hope you won’t mind if I use it for a bit. Promise that I won’t break anything. Call me.” Since there was still a bit of time before Mike had to go back to the plane, he called Steve. The phone rang, probably one of Mike’s pilot friends. I could only hear parts of the end of the conversation when Mike came back into the bedroom. What I heard made me a bit nervous. With the earplugs in, I had a really hard time hearing anything so I wasn’t sure that what I picked up is really what Mike said. “….not disappoint her…totally hot….really?……if that’s what you want…..she won’t know a thing….you’re a great friend…I won’t disappoint you.” It wasn’t long before I figured out what was going on. Mike was going to take me outside! This was sooo embarrassing. I can’t believe that Mike was going to show me off the way I was to his friends. Now I really had a choice to make. Was I going to give up my pretension to be a rubber doll and protest this treatment, or was I going to go with the flow? I did not have much time to think about it. Mike had already put my heels back on my feet. What did I have to lose? I didn’t know anybody, and if Mike had any decency, he would keep me covered under my protective latex layer. In that case, I wouldn’t see anyone, and nobody would see me – what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas! Still without saying a word, Mike took me by the arm and we went outside. Oh how I wished at this point that I could have been a bystander seeing how this handsome young man was walking through the hotel lobby with a living pink rubber doll by his side! I could hardly believe that this was all real. Without being able to see anything, and not hearing much, I could still tell that we were going outside, but everything seemed so surreal. Once we were outside, we stopped and after a short while, Mike helped me get into a taxi. I picked up a few words again, but nothing really clear “ ….in the trunk….not real…” Was he going to put me in the trunk? Did the taxi driver really think I was just an object? That couldn’t be. Even an idiot would see that I was still a real person under that doll suit. To my relief, Mike helped me into the backseat of the taxi. I guess he was just kidding. But still, where was he going to take me, and what were his friends going to do? This year’s adult entertainment expo was huge as always. Every imaginable adult entertainer was there. And every possible sex toy was on display, from the latest high tech gizmos to traditional favorites and adult video producers. I remembered seeing ads for it on the way from the Airport to the Hotel. My sneaking suspicion was that Mike was going to take me there. Although I couldn’t be sure, I was pretty certain that Mike did indeed take me to the Expo. From the noise around us, the bits of conversations that I could pick up, and the way people seemed to come up to me and touch me, Mike obviously enjoyed showing me off in a place where living rubber dolls were a positive attraction. “Welcome to Real Real Doll”…Finally, I could hear someone speak clearly to me. It was a soft female voice. “Come with me. Before getting started, we need you to sign a few papers.” This was really getting bizarre! What was happening? To my great surprise, the women who had guided me began to unzip the dollsuit. At first I protested, but she had a very calm and comforting way of handling the situation. She explained to me that Mike had paid for me to get transformed into a ‘Real Real Doll’. But I needed to sign a few papers before they could do the transformation and they could not legally take his word for it. We were in a small dark booth with just a few dim lights. Stacy, that’s what her name tag said, must have been no more than 20 years. She looked every bit like a porn star, but really sweet and nice. She pointed out some of the clauses in the paper that I needed to be aware of. I don’t think I really got much of what I was signing, but I did have to confirm that I had no known allergies to silicone or to rubber. I also agreed to any necessary supplemental treatments. I had to confirm that I would not hold the company liable for any unforeseen side-effects as this treatment was still experimental and not yet approved by the any government agency. I agreed to everything and signed the papers. I had no idea what I was doing, but I had full trust in Mike. He had already shown me so many new sides that I did not want to disappoint him now. “So then let’s get started.” Stacy helped me out of my doll suit and began to explain all the steps to me. Basically, the company was a spin-off from another company that was called ‘Real Doll’. They made life-like silicone sex dolls that cost thousands of dollars, but are as real any anything on the market. The spin-off specialized in transforming real people into sex dolls using a very similar technology. The process was surprisingly simple. Stacy asked me to stand on a small podium in the middle of the room. She then began to use a spray-gun to cover my entire body with a thin layer of silicone. Before spraying my head, she put me in a tight transparent latex hood. Like my doll suit, it only had openings for my nostrils.

Regression

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Hi ! I am Little Tommy. I used to be Tom, but all that has changed. My mommy/wife told me that I should make my story available to all that would be interested, so here I am. To explain, I guess I had better start at the beginning.

I guess that I have been a rubber lover all my life, but didn’t know it. Looking back, I can see that I had a certain pleasure at handling anything made of rubber, and often sensed my warm comfortable infant days when I slept in rubber pants and on rubber sheets. I could not really recall them but the feelings were there. Over the years I had always bought wet weather clothing, like rubber lined rain suits, and macs, and was happy when the weather allowed me to wear them.

The Blue Raincoat

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Bowness is a small delightful tourist town on the banks of Lake Windermere in the North of England. Above a butchers shop on the high street is Chambers & Rowe Solicitors – est. 1956, and it is there that Paul was employed as a junior lawyer. Paul had worked there for 2 years sharing the open plan office with Mr. Rowe, Mary Hopton, Carol Wise and Jim Clark. Today, Friday, was the last day for Mary as she was retiring and so late in the afternoon a small party was held in her honour, Mary had been with Chambers & Rowe for 26 years so it was a bit emotional for her to be leaving. The following Monday a new girl was to take Mary’s place as Mr. Rowe’s secretary, and as she had worked there a little previously as a temp when Mary was on leave or sick, she didn’t need to have a change over time to understand the ways of the office. So Sally, the new girl, fronted up for duty promptly at 8-30 on Monday morning, Paul was early as usual so he was already at his desk when she walked in. “Good morning Sally, welcome aboard on this fine morning”.

Hide & Seek

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

At 18 Jess was as immature as they come play hiding seek with a load of her drunken college friends in an industrial area. Sneaking into what seemed to be a deserted building she looked for a hiding place; Jess got the creeps when she found she was surrounding by life-like dolls covered in dust. Finding on doll laying on its front with no insides she had a very wicked plan, forcing her legs into the tough rubber legs of the doll she slowly climbed into the doll, her breasts were too much for the dolls small boobs and the rubber stretched to accompany her massive mammas. Feeding her wrists into the doll suits hollow arms there was one thing left to do - the head, the neck was tight so she had to force her head into the dolls head. Popping her head into the dolls head she hadn’t expected there to be anything inside it but she soon found a false rubber mouth had pushed its way into her mouth, opening her jaw wide exposing her throat to all. However she gained her composure and tried to stand up but found it hard work to move a muscle in the suit, her wicked plan to scare her friends was back firing on her 10 fold. When the lights came on in the building she believed her joke was over the others had found her, but she was worried when four foreign men turned up with a crate and started loading all the dolls including her into it packing her tight. Jess let out a moan “mmmmhhh” into her gag but no one heard her as the truck drove away passing her college friends on route to a nearby port. Days later jess reach her destination, luckily for her rain water her made its way into the roughly packaged crate and found Jess’s lips, the men sorted though the dolls, finding her she was covered in a clothes and taken into a building, money was exchanged and she was carried off by someone else. If Jess could have seen through her doll eyes she would have noticed she was in a men’s prison in a secure wing for sex offenders, the bell for morning’s recreation time had just rung. Finding the doll the men wasted no time with fore play. The end

A Lesson Learned: Anjali’s story

Thu, 21 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from A Lesson Learned: Rahni’s story

A Lesson Learned: Anjali’s story

My name is Anjali, I am a 19 year old Asian girl. I am 5 feet 8 inches tall, slim build with very long black hair. I am from a family with very strict religious views and my mums favourite saying is “nice girls don’t do that”

I have an older sister Rahni she is 21, the same build as me (handy for borrowing her clothes) and she had a secret. Let me explain… she lives 30 miles away from home in a flat due to attending university, and as I said I borrow her clothes, usually I call when she is out at university or her job – saves asking! And I know where she hides her spare key.

Bagged

Fri, 18 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

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

Bagged 2: Caught!

Fri, 18 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Part 2: Caught!

“Jesus Christ!”

“What?”

“Bag weighs a fucking ton!”

Hands groped Chloe.

“This ain’t uniforms, Charlie.”

More groping.

“Sure as hell not. Feels like a body.”

“You don’t think …”

“Only one way to find out.”

Chloe felt herself hefted out of the bin. She landed with a thump on the concrete floor. Light poured into the bag and she clamped her eyes shut.

“Son of a bitch.”

Enforced in the Dessert

Thu, 30 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

A group of human sexy young men were captured and mummified by two weird tall aliens deep in the desert on some unknown distant planet. (Their fate is unknown for now.)_

This pyramid looks superior for looooong space travels. Its so massive (just look at those little windows) for storing a lot of things.

Our abducted and secured space travelers saw this massive space ship with fear as they were carried by those monstrous and muscular, but yet sexy and gentle giants. What awaits them inside? What do they want to do with them? After one minute they were blindfolded again.

The Further Training of 'S' 4: Things start to heat up

Sat, 13 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 3

Chapter 4: Things start to heat up

‘S’ lay utterly spent panting to gain enough air into her oxygen starved lungs, she had held her breath as she came to pleasure and now was focused on obtaining enough to redress the imbalance. In her dark world she lay completely still knowing now that she was lost, an abject fully rubberised object exhausted at the end of her tether. She was desperately hungry her stomach rumbling the gnawing ache insistent and unrelenting. She was at an all time low; all reserves of energy spent. She lay there for a timeless period before her blindfold was unbuckled. She opened her eyes for the first time since the beating had started and through the much misted vinyl lens saw the Mistress standing in front of her hands on hips legs spread wide. ‘S’ was now confused beyond reason; the dominatrix who had beaten her had gone to be replaced by her Mistress in all of her finery. She swooned at the sight of her; a terrible dichotomy troubled her as she realised that she had unconsciously come to associate her tormentor with her pleasure taking and she had taken another pleasure whilst being beaten without the need for any help from a vibrator.

Caped Part 2

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

continued from part 1 Part 2

So, there I was, now laying on my own bed, still suited, the cape wrapped round my hot and seriously aroused body. She had removed the gag with the threat of reprisal if I so much as coughed, I hadn’t struggled as the bonds were carefully applied around my shiny enveloped body. Why, because of course I was bizarrely loving it, yet who was she, why was this happening?

All Taped Up

Mon, 27 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I wrote these stories some time in the past and would like to have you publish them in the memory of my partner Diane who sadly passed away this year after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed; I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers they can appreciate how much fun we had acting out these fantasies.

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

Anne Takes Charge

Sat, 10 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

This story would not have been possible without the inspiration I received after reading “An Unexpected Discovery” Submitted by: Anne. 03/28/10 on the Altairboy webside. It would be helpful if you read that part first. Finally, I would like to thank that author for a truly creative story line.

Natasha drove us to my third floor walk-up apartment where I picked up enough things for two or three days. Told the landlord that I would be leaving at the end of the month.

The Birth of AndroidGirl

Mon, 03 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

For @AndroidGirl2k

They call it the singularity…. This wonderful moment when humankind becomes something so totally different, we can’t conceive the future beyond that point. When uploading your consciousness to a new body is as easy as restoring from backup, and nearly everything comes with an undo button. When we all become immortal.

Of course, hindsight is 20/20.

Turns out a great big chunk of our culture is built on the impermanence of life. We pick partners, have families, and behave as rational people because we’re reasonably assured that we get one shot at this, and life is short.

The Birth of AndroidGirl

Mon, 03 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

For @AndroidGirl2k

Of course, hindsight is 20/20.

The Birth of AndroidGirl

Mon, 03 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

For @AndroidGirl2k

Of course, hindsight is 20/20.

House of Servitude 2: House of Torment

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

continued from parts 1

Part 2: House of Torment

I arrived at the hotel, in style limousine delivered, everything was as promised, beautiful modern suite, large remote control tv., Remote controls where the latest thing, they gave me the keys of the new ford and the registration in my name, I felt affluent rich intelligent executive.

The staff treated me as if I was important and for just a little while I believed it myself, but once I got to sit in the plush sofa in the foyer of my suite all alone, I realized that I was nothing more than a male prostitute and not a very good one at that, my rectum was very painful and throbbing, my nipples where swollen, my dignity and self respect completely shattered, and I was afraid to look in the mirror and regurgitate at the sight of my face.

Enforced Endurance 6: Bondage Doggy

Sun, 17 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 5

Part 6: Bondage Doggy

He laid there- stiffly, blindly, unmovingly, wondering how long, and how much longer?? Here he was again in strictly-enforced complete rigid immobility, wrapped and trapped on the padded mummification board at the hands of his determined, obsessed wife-mistress. Her sentence was overnight, and non-negotiable. This was the part that caused him concern, not the severe mummification, or “maximummification”, as she called it, as he enjoyed being totally immobilized and sensory-deprived—for “reasonable” periods, usually between 3 and 6 hours’ duration. He would let her know when he’d had enough. Not now! Not on this crazy 3-day weekend ultra-bondage marathon she’d decided upon.

House of Servitude

Mon, 04 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

It was the end of summer in New Jersey I was 17 years old and very unhappy with my life, because for the last two years, my parents had left the country due to my father’s work contract overseas. They left me with my aunt and uncle to avoid disturbing my school schedule however, life with them was unbearable and I decided to run away and make my own arrangements. I packed the few belongings I had, drew the $875.00 I had saved from part time job out of the bank, purchased an airline ticket to Miami Fl.

Rules are Rules

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

A rainwear fetish story

My rules are our rules, I make them and she is supposed to abide by them but had just defiantly broken one when she thought I was out of town. It was quite a simple rule compared to my others and very clear. If a coat, whether a raincoat or any other type, was designed with buttons, a belt and a hood then when it was being worn it had to be buttoned and belted with the hood up and secured.

Agent in Charge

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

Chapter 1 – Rest and Recreation

I am taking my usual rest period from my job. The stress of protecting the Boss 24/7 requires major opportunities to relax during those off hours. My choice of rest and recuperation - sealing myself into a rubber suit and taking a long swim is esoteric to the extreme. I strap on flippers and tanks; clamp a diving mask on my face and begin sucking in the cool air mix from the tanks. I drop into the water and slowly begin to paddle in the water. I let myself drop under the surface to the bottom and watch the surface distorting the sunlight. The waves and ripples are an ever-changing kaleidoscope of reflections in silver and shadow. It’s an amazing way to strip the stress of the day away and revel in basic animal desire. I push my hand to my rubberized nether region and work my finger against the button of the dildo buried inside my flower. The thing comes to life and I slowly let my body drift into pre-orgasmic revelry.

Caped...

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

The large box on my doorstep was a surprise, the contents was even more so. I looked at the packaging, no label, no markings, no return address, just a comment ’enjoy’ in thick felt tip.

The shiny black jumpsuit felt fantastic on, now zipped to my chin, touching and teasing my flesh as it gently moved and caressed, the large hood shrouding my shaved head, cool to the present touch, the drawpulls hanging down on my chest awaiting any adjustment I may decide.

G-Virus Red

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Everything was black.

“Jerry?”

The voice…it wasn’t familiar…it wasn’t someone Jerry could recall hearing before.

“Jerry, are you awake?”

It took several moments of blinking before the darkness faded, normal vision taking its place. That was wrong…it shouldn’t have taken this long. Even on his worst mornings, Jerry couldn’t recall feeling this wrong. Something didn’t feel right, out of place…like something didn’t belong.

It only took a second for him to realize that something was definitely wrong. He wasn’t in his bedroom, the one he had slept in for years. The room….this room he was in was made of what looked like clear glass mingled with white plastic, almost like a hospital room.

The Long Way Down

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

Dedicated to those who like secure straitjackets and powerful women. Derivative works and sequels are welcomed, but please acknowledge this work.

Part One

As soon as I dive through the door, I realize something is wrong.

Certainly, many things are right and familiar. There is the exhilarating feeling of weightlessness, the whipping of the jumpsuit, and the roar of the wind.

And then, there is the afternoon sun glistening off the distant desert lake. But this beautiful sight is part of the problem.

Rubberworld

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

(Author’s note: Long time reader, first time writer. This story is complete and utter fantasy, so there’s no chance of anyone copying it in real life, ok? Enjoy! )

Chapter One: In which a Rubberman is born

A door slid loudly shut and the butt plug snuggled into his ass, awakening him to a groggy consciousness. His first thought would have been about the anal intruder were it not for the fact that he was completely encased in some kind of tight body suit. Getting his bearings, he saw that not only was he lying on the floor of some kind of prison cell, but also from the dim overhead light it looked like his whole body was covered in black shiny rubber.

Prisoner in Rubber and Bondage - Chapter 10: Nurse White enjoys herself

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part nine

Chapter 10: Nurse White enjoys herself.

She released the steel waist belt, collar and wrist manacles and let them drop to the floor. Then from the pile of items she picked up the full arm length bondage mittens and fitted them over my hands and arms. She took her time and carefully laced them up tight and buckled all the straps, one at the top, one above and one below my elbows and one around my wrists. She had secured them much tighter than my Mistress did and I found I was now unable to bend my arms or my wrists.

Prisoner in Rubber & Bondage - Chapter 9: Punishment & Work

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part eight

Chapter 9: Punishment & Work.

“Consider this to be the completion of your punishment as I didn’t think last night was very severe. Also it will make sure that any thoughts of escaping will be put right out of your mind. You know what job you have to do today so I will have to leave the house open so you can go in and out to the workshop for tools and materials. If there are any callers you will have to try and avoid them or else think up some sort of excuse to explain the way you are dressed. Oh yes there are just two more items to complete your working punishment rubber uniform.”

Prisoner in Rubber and Bondage - Chapter Chapter Chapter 8: Work and Punishment

Sun, 07 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part seven

Chapter 8: Work and Punishment.

She pointed to a large copper heating cylinder and a large round copper plate with an electric motor mounted on it and also a pair of electric pumps.

“What you have to do is remove the top from the cylinder and weld the round plate on to the cylinder making sure it is watertight. Then following the sheet of instructions on the bench you connect the pipes from the pump to the cylinder and complete the wiring up of the pumps, agitator motor and the float switches. When you have finished call me on the phone extension and I will show you where it has to go. This should be quite a simple job for you to do and when it is eventually completed and installed it will provide your Mistress with a very effective means of punishing a wayward prisoner and seemingly endless hours of humiliation for you.”

Prisoner in Rubber and Bondage - Chapter 6: Demerits and Punishments

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part five

Chapter 6: Demerits and Punishments.

After Mistress had left, locking the door as she went out, I tried a few tentative steps in this second rubber uniform and bondage. I was quite surprised to find I could cope fairly well with the high-heeled boots. Because they were laced so tight around my ankles I was able to keep my balance without my feet splaying out sideways. However the seemingly simple set of chains was another matter. I quickly came to terms with the ankle hobble chain by taking short steps, which helped with keeping my balance on the high heels. But the two chains attached to the padlock secured around my cock and ball root were proving to be very devious. As I lifted up my foot to take a step forward the loose rings would slide down the hobble chain towards my other ankle. Then when I put my foot on the floor the chains would tighten and pull at the padlock. The only position where there was no tension on the padlock chains was when the rings were in the middle of the hobble chain and some slack could be taken up. Every time I took a step forward the rings would slide first one way and then the other way and each time I put a foot on the floor the chains would go tight and tug at the cock and ball padlock.

Prisoner in Rubber and Bondage - Chapter Chapter 7: First taste of real Punishment

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part six

Chapter 7: First taste of real Punishment.

“I have turned up the heating in your cell to maximum as I don’t want you to get cold during the night. I have opened the drain tube on the bottom of the rubber sauna bag and placed a bowl underneath it to catch the dribbles of sweat that will drain out during the night. So don’t swing about in your suspension or there will be drips of sweat on your cell floor and each drip will earn you fifty demerits, plus one hundred and fifty per drip for disobeying me.”

Prisoner in Rubber and Bondage - Chapter 5: New Uniforms for the prisoner

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part four

Chapter 5: New Uniforms for the prisoner.

“Your Number One Uniform will be worn when you are carrying out repairs and maintenance. Number Two Uniform will be worn when you are performing domestic duties. I need to make sure they both fit you properly and I need to become familiar with all the various fittings and attachments. If you are wondering what has happened to your Chastity Belt, then don’t worry; it is going away to be modified. Your cock and balls will be kept Restrained in a sheath and pouch, as I am sure I will get more work out of you if the vibrators aren’t keeping you excited. Your Catheters will be removed and you will be able to use the toilet whenever you need to. However demerits will be awarded if using the toilet interferes with your work. So things haven’t really changed, you just get a penalty for the privilege of being able to use the toilet at any time”

Prisoner in Rubber and Bondage - Chapter 3: Mistress introduces her new Regime

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part two

Chapter 3: Mistress introduces her new Regime.

As Mistress released the tight Straps the feeling came back into my legs and arms. The shoulder zip on the Rubber Bondage Suit was released and the Hood was pulled off my head and slowly the Rubber Bondage Suit was removed from my aching body. The Head Harness was unstrapped and the Gag deflated and then the Rubber Suit was unzipped and my Rubber Hood was removed. I blinked in the bright lights of the playroom and as my eyes adjusted to the light I could see my Mistress kneeling beside me. She was dressed in a totally enclosing Rubber Cat suit with an open face attached Hood. For the first time since we had embarked on the Mistress/prisoner roles she was looking at me with concern on her face.

Prisoner in Rubber and Bondage - Chapter 4: The prisoners future is explained to him

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part three

Chapter 4: The prisoners future is explained to him.

“I think you will have to agree that you really are my Rubber Bondage prisoner. Your future here with me will be one of constant and very secure Rubber Bondage. I have quite a few more of my own designs for you to try out sometime, and I think even you will be surprised at my ingenuity in making you Totally Secure with no possible hope of freedom until I decide to release you. Your next month will be taken up with some plumbing alterations to the house waste system. I have ordered all the materials you will need and there is a set of plans for you to follow to get the installation done properly for my purpose. I don’t intend to tell you what the alterations are for, but I’m sure you will form some sort opinion as the work progresses. You will discover what the alterations are for in due time, suffice for me to say it is to be a part of your Punishment Programme.”

Prisoner in Rubber and Bondage - Chapter 1: The start of a new life

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The start of a new life

My Wife and I had moved to this large, remote house about two years ago. It was down the end of a dead end track about two miles from the main road. We had considered it to be ideal for our shared interest in Rubber and Bondage. The only visitors would be friends who were into the ‘scene’ or other people by appointment. My wife, who was a Solicitor, was the breadwinner, although I was self-employed doing odd jobs of D.I.Y. as and when I could find work in the area.

Prisoner in Rubber and Bondage - Chapter 2: Mistress has a visitor

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Chapter 2: Mistress has a visitor.

But it is when she invites one or more of her friends to stay for the weekend who she has met at the various fetish clubs she has visited that my troubles really begin. They usually arrive on the Friday evening and stay sometimes until Monday morning and she lets them put me into very extreme Rubber Bondage then they tease and torment me until I am driven nearly insane with unfulfilled arousal.

When Things go Wrong

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Michelle 5: When Things go Wrong

After one experience of what can happen if you leave yourself vulnerable to strangers when practicing my passionate love of self-bondage, I agreed with my house-mate Emma that she would come in to make sure I was safe whenever I had a yellow ‘post-it’ on the outside of my door, with a time written on it and when that time had passed.

Safe in this knowledge, I continued my experiments with serious self-bondage, always planning my escape, but knowing that I could still get free if that failed. Perhaps that made me a bit over-confident, because finally I did get things wrong again.

Janice's Discovery 3

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Janice’s Discovery 2)

Chapter 6

As the cab pulled away, Jessica looked back at Jason’s car with a pang of despair.

“Damn that man!” she muttered.

Six days! She would have to wait for six whole days before she could see him again…….six days before she would be bound, and gagged, and tormented, and hopefully have him fuck her brains out.

She sat back in the seat with a deep sigh.

Final Exams

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

The following is a work of erotic fiction that involves bondage, mummification, and adult themes. If these subjects are bothersome to you, stop reading now.

As I tracked Diana’s form making its way out of the city, his mind flashed back to the words the General had spoken before the beginning of the exam.

“You are about to be locked into the simulation chamber you have all grown to both enjoy and despise. There, you will match skills against your fellow classmates as you attempt to gather the full cryptographic key necessary to unlock the door to the chamber. Each of you will be provided one portion of the key, which will be turned over to the individual that manages to affect your capture.”

The Helpful Janitor

Mon, 06 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000

The Helpful Janitor by Handyman M/f; bond; bagged; kidnap; nc; X

Sarah was a typical product of high society city breeding, a self obsessed willowy blond (dyed) who measured people not by their deeds or personality but by which label their clothes had stitched into them, by which car they drove or the size of their bank balance. Anyone not having the most expensive clothing, a 500bhp sports car to nip to the shopping mall in or a six figure bank balance was hardly worthy of attention, and as for the ordinary people, well they were not even worthy of the effort required squandering to show contempt. They were just ignored or trampled on if they dared to get in the way.

Low Cost Bondage

Fri, 26 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

A couple of years ago along with a group of our friends we formed a private bondage club. The club had 14 members including Don and I. We usually met on the first and third Fridays of each month at Bill and Esme’s rambling old house on the edge of town. This was an ideal venue as it had a large cellar that made an ideal dungeon. Every couple of months or so we had a theme night. A recent one was a medieval night. This gave the menfolk the opportunity to build some medieval bondage devices such as a pillory and a rack – both of which have been well used ever since.

Tentacles!

Sun, 07 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Tentacles! by Enclosed Lady – enclosedlady (at) yahoo (dot) com

A chemical female scientist tested her new rubber experience to enclose her ex-submissive girlfriend. During the process, the female meet some tormenting uninvited guests….

Year 2083 - at 17:00 Paula entered the elevator in secret military base. Meters below the surface, the doors opened revealing a long metallic corridor, a scenario only seen in science fiction movies. The steps of Paula echoed through the hall until she stopped in front of a large metal door passing her authorization card and password to open it. Inside, the laboratory was very advanced with huge equipments, computers and chemical liquids. Paula was proud of being the Chief of Bio-chemical research for the government, a position she achieved after a quick relationship with another woman, in the Administration Boarder. Something of course, she wanted out of her records and she knew exactly how…

Special D

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

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

Special D

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Laura

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

The truth finally got Laura’s attention. She didn’t know how long she had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn’t get herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing? They were too tight and she didn’t have a chance, making the key fit in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she had gagged herself with a ball-gag harness before cuffing her wrists behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but she obviously was wrong!

Laura

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

Jess in the Box

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

It was starting out to be a bad day.

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

Jess in the Box

Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

It was starting out to be a bad day.

The Mould

Thu, 11 Apr 2002 00:00:00 +0000

I had made several trips to visit Toran it was quite a change to have a rich boyfriend as it was possible to turn our fantasies into reality, now that he had got to know me he was becoming more adventurous with each visit. The plane touched down and as usual Toran was waiting for me, he told me that to save a bit of our precious time together we would not go by road but take a local Airline direct to Rockford, it seemed like twenty minutes and we were disembarking. Toran’s private car pulled up and we were whisked away to his ranch, as soon as we arrived Dawn, his house keeper helped me with my bag, she was a very nice person and explained Toran had been doing a lot of preparation for my visit.

An Unexpected Upgrade

Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000

Susan arrived at work around nine o clock as normal, and let herself in. She had just put the coffee-pot on when she saw Mr. Soames drive up to his parking space behind the three-story building he had rented for his business. He had rented a large building as he intended to sub let some of the space out at a latter date, but for now the lower floor acted as a reception area and the second floor office as his private office, the upper story being left empty. As Susan sat at her desk and began to type out some letters it was just like any other ordinary day, little did Susan know what was in store for her and the changes that today would bring.

An Unexpected Upgrade

Sun, 16 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000

A New Beginning

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

I’ve been reading the accounts of many of you and decided to tell you one of my experiences. I have two fictional stories which were published on this group but the story I am about to tell is true.

I was alone on Saturday afternoon and decided that after reading a lot of stories it was time for a first selfbondage experience. I had never gone to the point were I was stuck until the release mechanism gave me access to the key.

Behind Closed Doors 6 - Sauna Set Up

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

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 5 - A Breathless Trip)

Chapter 6 - Sauna Set Up

Natasha was hanging by her toes – literally because the only other thing taking any weight besides her neck was the huge butt plug buried deeply inside her.

It had only been a small sneeze; hardly noticeable except to the trained ear of someone like a registered nurse named Jane.

They had arrived at the chalet and carried the tray containing the stringently bound Natasha inside before unloading the rest of the luggage and turning on the systems to make the fishing lodge comfortable. Jane had taken off Natasha’s blindfold and removed the gag plugging her mouth only to be rewarded with a sneeze.

Behind Closed Doors 7 - Sex on a Spit

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

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 6 - Sauna Set Up)

Chapter 7 - Sex on a Spit

Jane and Karen were in seventh heaven - again. First one and then the other would explode with an orgasm so overpowering that, after getting their breath back, they told themselves that nothing could surpass it and then the next one would take them even higher.

As lovers over the past few years they had found the secrets of bringing each other to a satisfying peak in their love sessions but now, with the introduction of Natasha to the equation, everything had taken on new dimensions that they found hard to believe.

Behind Closed Doors 8 - Homeward Bound

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

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 7 - Sex on a Spit)

Chapter 8 - Homeward Bound

The cape was a vision of flowing black leather. The high, cowl like collar was folded over and held snugly just touching her slightly raised chin by two large leather buttons, one under the other, at the left side of her neck. Just a glimpse of the crimson lining of the collar showed around the curved edge.

Behind Closed Doors Chapter 4 - Mistress's Pleasure

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

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors Chapter Chapter 3 - Halloween Witch)

Chapter 4 - Mistress’s Pleasure

Natasha really wished she could turn back the clock a few years and not have been such a brat with her mother then this would never have happened.

‘This’ was being forced to be the third participant in an evening where Jane and Karen were having all the fun and she was doing most of the work - with her mouth!

First to the Water

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

The cold walls of the cell surrounded Thomas as he lay on the bunk, staring lifelessly at the ceiling. Considering the size of the cell, and the complete and utter lack of anything to keep his attention, his mind wandered towards what he would be doing the rest of the day. A bit of weight lifting perhaps, a dinner composed of crappy food… and that was it. Day after day of the same meaningless activities to keep him occupied… what was even more depressing was the fact that this was the rest of his life. There would be no escape from the monotony, as the possibility for parole hadn’t been included when the judge had ordered him to be sent here. That fact had long since bored itself into his brain, but Thomas couldn’t get his mind off that unpleasant fact. There was movement near the cell door. His roommates coming back from breakfast maybe? “All right Morrison, up and at ‘em.” Thomas looked up curiously. One of the guards was waiting for him at the door. As far as he knew, he didn’t have an appointment with the fine officers of the prison. “What’s going on?” he asked as he got off the bunk and walked over to the gate. “Warden wants to see you.” “Him? Why?” “Hell if I know.” “Did I break a rule?” “Don’t think so. He didn’t offer any details. Now come on, slip your hands through.” With well practiced precision, Thomas put his hands through the opening in the bars, allowed the guard to lock the handcuffs on. The cold steel gripped his hands as the gate was opened and he walked out. The guard led him through the wing of the prison towards the central hub, where the warden’s office waited. They entered a few moments later, where the warden was waiting in his plump chair. “Take a seat Morrison.” Thomas did so. “If I may ask,” he said. “Why am I here?” “Don’t worry, you didn’t break any rules or get into trouble,” the warden said. “In fact, that’s precisely the reason you’re here.” Confused, Thomas looked at the warden. “Morrison, there’s a new program being started up by the state. It’s scheduled to go into full operation about a year from now, but currently it’s in the last stages of testing. It’s a new method of housing prisoners, and they’re looking for someone to test it out on.” It only took a second for Morrison to realize where this was going. “They sent out a bulletin to us last night asking if we had anyone who could be a test subject, and I immediately thought of you.” “Why?” “Simple. You’re one of the best inmates we got. Spotless record, never caused a fuss, never got in a fight. You’re grade A prisoner, and that’s who they’re looking for.” Thomas wasn’t sure if he was flattered or not. “Oh.” “Because of that, I wanted to offer you the opportunity to try out this new housing procedure before anyone else.” “What’s in it for me?” “Well, it’ll be a lot more comfortable and possibly more enjoyable then spending most of your time in cells…” That got Thomas’s attention. “I figured that would catch your eye. Now, I can’t tell you exactly what this procedure is, but if you’re interested, all you have to do is say the word.” “I’d rather be freed.” “Sorry, but we can’t arrange that. You know what the judge said. Life without parole. Even working in this experiment can’t change that. All we can offer is to make your life more comfortable. It only took a few moments for Thomas to make up his mind. “Done.” “That quick, eh?” “If it gets me out of this hellish place, I’ll do it.” “Figured you’d say that. We’ve already got a van set to take you out there. You need to get your things?” Thomas shook his head. “Nothing to get.” “All right then. I’ll send word out to get you going… you do know they’ll have to transport you in full gear, right? High name prisoner like you needs to be tied down.” “I won’t run.” “I know. But rules are rules.” “I can take it.” “Good. Better get going then.” Thomas stood, the guard coming up to escort him out. As he started out, Thomas paused. “Oh, warden… what exactly is this facility?” The warden shook his head. “They didn’t say.”

Gai-Shift 10: Captain Zana Hoffsteder

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

(story continues from Gai-Shift 9: Chespeake)_

Chapter 10: Captain Zana Hoffsteder

Captain Zana Hoffsteder stood in the warm Ecuadorian dawn which flooded the control cabin of the Unbound Pleasure. Around her, the vast airship readied itself for its inland journey. It was one of those rare times when most of the crew were at their stations and not secured for flight. Likely the only one bound was the airship’s diminutive cook, whom had been mockingly stripped and hogtied in a large serving tray in the small galley. Vegetables had been placed creatively around her. When Zana had seen this, she’d acted promptly, jamming an apple poetically into the angry woman’s mouth. One had to consider appearances, of course.

Gai-Shift 7: Pollywogs

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

(story continues from Gai-Shift 6: Miss Anna)_

Chapter 7: Pollywogs

The Unbound Pleasure throbbed west, its massive shadow thrusting over Puerto Rico’s lush hills. To catch favorable winds, they dropped low over southern Cuba, the pulse of their propellers rising the faces of brightly-dressed women and imprisoned men.

The warmer lower-altitude air convinced Captain Hoffsteder to order the cabin windows opened, to admit the jungle’s scent. Constance Drummand leaned out an open port, the sun hot on her rubber-clad back, the wind a caress across her cheek. Endless treetops slid past two hundred feet below, then a clearing where a naked man lay pegged out on the grass. A dark woman, scantily clad in a swimsuit, played with his body with a willowy peacock feather. She twisted to look up at the passing airship, waving gaily. Constance smiled and returned the greeting.

Kidnapped Mistaken Identity

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

Part One

I had booked a few days off work that were overdue and owed to me; I needed the rest. I had recently broken up with Sarah after two years together and thought I would just chill out on my own at my holiday retreat in Wales and catch up on some reading maybe do some walking and try to get my head straight.

It was Friday evening around 11.00 pm and I was due to travel Saturday morning. I had been out to a hotel, had a couple of pints and I reflected on a great evening I just had, having met some old school friends at a hotel nearby. We’d had a good chat about old times, a few drinks, renewed acquaintances, and I was now on my way home via a short cut down a side street to catch a late local train back home as I didn’t wish to drink and drive. It was early November and the temperature had dropped somewhat just lately, there was a distinct winter chill in the air. I walked quickly to keep out the cold air having been in the warm hotel all evening. It was fairly dark and quiet in this street with no one around and just a couple of parked cars. A dark coloured people carrier with blacked out side windows slowly passed and pulled up a few yards in front of me.

Kidnapped Mistaken Identity 2

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

(story continues from Kidnapped Mistaken Identity)

Part Two

A clip- clop of heels was heard and the door opened. My stomach churned and the Matron entered; this time she was dressed from head to toe in a loose fitting, pale blue rubber medical theatre shirt and loose trousers topped with a head matching hair covering medical mop-cap. She pushed in her medical trolley containing an array of fearsome looking instruments made of glass, stainless steel and rubber; it clinked as she approached her rubber clothing rustling erotically as she moved.

Life of a Rubber Bondage Prisoner

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

It’s quite a while since I last sent you anything so here is another offering for your approval. Whilst it is a sort of story based on my time with my Mistress (and some writers licence) it also offers some ideas on the Ataxarian system of control. Never did get my Mistress to implement it but I had a lot of fun writing it up. She preferred her own methods for keeping me under control. I know it ends a bit inconclusively but perhaps I’ll add some later on.

Submission in South America

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

Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005

Catherine Parker is employed by a leading English newspaper, working as a journalist for special features. Based in London for the last few years she has come up through the ranks to become a valued member of her team, and regularly is given international assignments on behalf of the paper.

She is 5 foot 4, 28 years old,38 D-21 -36, pretty with long blonde hair, always admired by her male fellow worker’s. but never romances in the office, nicknamed by many around the office as the pocket rocket.

The Final Trek

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

I haven’t written in a long time. I don’t have long, due to complications from a tragedy that left me severely injured and took the life of my love. I don’t know exactly how much time I have left, but as a return for the many stories D and I enjoyed, I will finally work on an Idea that has rattled around in my head for some time. Don’t be down about me, just accept my return gift to all of you. I forgive the one who took her from me and left me shattered. Thank you Gromet and all the creative writers that have shared the fantasies. Love the one you are with, have fun and above all be safe. You never know how much time you have together.

The ShapeShifter

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

Part 1

Lieutenant Mona Binax stood nervously outside Lounge 3, shifting nervously from one stiletto heel the other, while desire and apprehension warred within her. The note left on her commdeck had been short and to the point: “Qet wants you. I have agreed. Be in Lounge three, Deck 17, at 1900 hours.” Mona had read the note three times, hardly believing the words. Riki was “loaning” her to another, and a famous Shapeshifter at that!

The Thief and The Bounty Hunter

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

“PHANTOM FEM STRIKES AGAIN!” The headline screamed up at Victoria Swann as she sat down for breakfast. Taking up a slice of dry toast, she munched as she read the story.

“Police in London are investigating the theft of the recently unearthed Moonstone Ruby from the British Museum last night. The gem, discovered last month during an archeological dig at the site of an old Roman site north of London, is the largest shaped ruby yet discovered. Police spokespersons have declined to speculate as to the identity of the theft, but sources within the department report the discovery at the scene of a silk scarf marked with lipstick, the signature of the Phantom Fem. This makes the seventh museum theft by the mysterious Phantom Fem, and authorities in five countries seem to be no closer to catching this elusive thief than they were after her first theft.”

Tightly Bound Bride

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

(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride)

Chapter Three

The new bride slept like a baby until she was jostled by the jet’s wheels touching the pavement of the runway. She remained still while the plane taxied, then turned her blind eyes expectantly in the direction of the footsteps that she heard approaching. She felt the cord attaching her feet to the end of the couch being loosened, then one wrist was uncuffed, and quickly her hands were drawn behind her back, and re-cuffed. Her ankles were pulled toward her wrists, and tied to the chain linking her cuffed wrists in a moderately tight hog-tie. Any struggle or movement of her feet caused the steel cuffs to dig into the tender flesh of her wrists. “No future in that,” she decided, and lay passively while others on the plane prepared to disembark. Mary felt two sets of hands lift her off the couch. Her limp body came to rest in a hard, rather formfitting cylinder of hard plastic or lightweight metal. She wiggled to find a more comfortable spot for her hipbone, and then heard and felt the cylinder close around her, and lock shut. What Mary could not know was that she was not confined in a specialized bondage transport apparatus, but rather the protective plastic travel shell that golfers use to transport their golf bags during air travel. Since the ego of the average golfer is large, and his golf bag is even larger, these plastic cases are rather roomy, lock securely, and even have built in wheels to allow a heavy bag of clubs, or a moderate sized woman, to be transported easily from the plane to the car. Since this was a private jet, Mary didn’t have to suffer the indignity of being routed through baggage claim! Once stowed in the trunk along with the other baggage, Mary endured a hot, dark ride of almost an hour before the car stopped, the trunk opened, and her personal travel container was hauled by someone she could not see, into a place she did not know, to a fate she could hardly imagine!

Yoko's Experience 1: The Massage Center

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

Yoko’s Experience #1: The Massage Center

Yoko heard about this new massage center by the station, which opened one month ago, from her friend Hikaru. Already being a regular there, Hikaru just couldn’t stop talking about how great she felt after each session. But when asked directly what makes them so pleasurable, she just gave a mysterious smile and said that Yoko should try it for herself and she won’t get disappointed. Being curious by nature, Yoko decided to check it out at the next weekend.

Yoko's Experience 2: The Extended Program

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

(story continues from Yoko’s Experience 1: The Massage Center)

Yoko’s Experience #2: The Extended Program

Two months have passed since Yoko’s first visit to the massage center near the station, a visit which left quite an impact in her everyday life. Yoko couldn’t fully understand that herself, but this unforgettable time, which she spent being totally helpless in the clutches of that crazy tickling machine, changed her routines a lot. Most important changes concerned her personal dress code: she stopped wearing her favourite thigh high socks. Well, in fact she stopped wearing any kind of socks or other legwear, preferring to walk barefoot in every type of shoes - be it sneakers, school loafers, mary janes, ballerinas or even rain boots. She also started wearing high heels. Alright, actually they were wedges with 0,5 inches platform at the front and 3 inches at the heel, but still… They were red and looked like standard flips-flops, but had an additional straps over the toes, which greatly added to their stability. Yoko fell in love with them as soon as she tried them on at the shop and bought them instantly. “They may not be very high, but there’s no rush, I’ll just take things slowly.”, she thought practicing in them as often as she could.

Yoko's Experience 3: The Escape Pod

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

(story continues from Yoko’s Experience 2: The Extended Program)

Yoko’s Experience #3: The Escape Pod

“I’m really very happy that you decided to take this little trip with me, Yoko.”, said Hikaru from the other side of the phone. “It’s always a little bit boring, drifting through space to your destination all alone, even if only for two hours. But this time it’s gonna be different, thanks to your company and a few little gadgets which are being installed on the ship at the moment.”.