Shipped on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Magician's Assistant

Thu, 01 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

The journey to my new owner took just over two days; my box was delivered to a very surprised couple, as they found out when they opened the outer box to find my dolly form tucked away inside the sex doll box, along with the note from my sister explaining about the spell, and also my note to ‘DollyMaster’ that I hoped that he would keep me as just another dolly in his collection. They had expected to see me, but not like this.

The Joy of Being a Sextoy

Wed, 21 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Joy had always wanted to try being a sexdoll, she had fantasized about this for many years, either while playing with herself whilst alone in her bed, or during sex with a partner, she fantasized that in her mind that she was just a sex doll, she would lay there on the bed and drift away lost in her fantasy of being nothing more than a sexual object, being used and then discarded afterwards. She had also found that her own sexual experience was heightened when she ran this fantasy through her mind when engaged in any form of sexual activity, and her orgasms when they came were more mind-blowing than when she wasn’t fantasizing about being a sex doll.

The Handmade Basket

Fri, 11 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Trevor had been making wicker baskets for more than twenty years and had built up a thriving business exporting all over the world with his standard and bespoke lines, he prided himself on being able to make a basket to almost any design and had created some really amazing ones. He has several commissions to complete this week so time to get stuck in.

Before he could get going the door bell rings and who should it be but Lori, the last person he wanted to see, she hangs around the workshop regularly and is a bit of a pain, although she is a stunner, very small but with a stunning figure and a really beautiful face, but she is still a bloody nuisance always turning up when he’s really busy.

Finally

Fri, 17 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Day in and day out I used to search the net for photographs and stories about people being transformed into sex robots, or turned into human mannequins, or basically anything that falls into the technofetish category. Usually the same web sites came up with a few new fantasy stories or pictures until one day it happened. I hit upon this web site which had no graphics, just text. It said:

Androids R Us

Wed, 11 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

(This is another story that started out as an Expo piece, with the concept of being different to your normal style of writing. Well correct me if I’m wrong but I dont think ‘Stephanie’ has been the robotiser before, think she has always been the robotised one. And also I’ve given her a bit of a nasty streak which is certainly not me! Hope you like.)

It was proving a long night at ‘Androids R Us’ in the maintenance lab, she didn’t know whether it was the latest batch of software they had been sent, or simply bad luck, but of late too many Androids were being returned with ‘minor faults’ and due to ‘rationalisations’ Stephanie Williams, head of maintenance was feeling stressed and overworked.

Maid to Serve

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

Woman to Maid-bot TF

My name is Mari Chambers, a 21 year old college grad who is in bad need of some cash. I am 5’5 and my body is fairly impressive, with C-Cup breasts, nice curves and a plump butt I have been complemented quite a bit. I had been searching online for weeks trying to find a job that paid well, but the only openings I found were in fast food or retail. That is until today. When I got up this morning I once again began my search, this time however I was intrigued by one offer. A business man in San Francisco was looking to pay someone for the use of their android as long as they could act as a maid for the family. As soon as I saw the android part I deflated but I kept reading anyways. When I saw the pay for the job my jaw dropped and I knew I had to have the position, but I didn’t have an android nor could I afford to buy even the older models. How was I going to swing this? I began researching the models of androids and how they worked, the prices were way outside my price range but I did discover something that was a little crazy. During my research I stumbled into a forum that featured many stories of women, like myself, being turned into robots or androids. I spent the entire rest of that day reading these stories and piecing together an idea that should have been considered impossible. The more I read the more I began placing myself into these scenarios and then the end result would be me making bank working for that business man in San Fran. I didn’t sleep at all the next day as I came to my conclusion and began enacting my plan. First I picked up my phone and dialed the number on the ad. It rang a few times before a click and a deep masculine voice answered. “Hello, George Fournier speaking.” He said. He was the owner of a famous factory that made all different kind of steel products that were shipped all over the world. He was a multi-millionaire and I was looking forward to this. “Hello Mr. Fournier my name is Mari Chambers and I am calling about the android rental job.” I said as calm but chipper as possible. “OH! That is great Mari! Did you fill out all of the forms already? I would love to get his deal done ASAP!” the business guru sounded very happy now and it was contagious as I smiled widely in response. “I did indeed sir. All I need is for you to send the shipping information and I can complete the deal” I said fingering my mouse over the send button with all of the documents in an email. “Great! I will read over your information and then send you the form for shipping the bot, everything else will be taken care of! Thanks again!” he said before hanging up the phone. I kept grinning as I hit the send button and then leaned back, waiting for the form that I needed to fill out for shipping the just created android, myself, from Oregon to California. I heard the jingle and opened up the email to view the form. I was a little surprised to see the form was from the leading manufacturer of androids in the United States. I clicked the link and it brought me to a page that had around 20 boxes that needed to be filled out. The first few were just basic information like address and the like but I had to start researching the later information. The 8th question was about the type of android being sent in and I already prepared the answer, although it was embarrassing referring to myself in the way I was having to. I filled out the card saying that I was a newer model sex bot that was reprogrammed to not only do things in that category but also help with all household needs. I filled out the remaining basic information until I got to the last few boxes. They were in order asking if I wanted the bot to be reprogrammed, dressed, cleaned or redesigned. The dressed and cleaned options were greyed out with checks in the saying off to the side that it was mandatory for bots going out to other jobs so I just huffed and left the other two blank. The final box was what time I wanted my bot to be picked up, I promptly selected midnight tonight so no one would be asking questions. After I filled it out the form was submitted and it told me what to do in order to have a proper pick up. It was very direct, please place designated android outside of the address free from any clothing or accessories and in sleep mode. Our professional delivery trucks will come by and take it to the nearest factory to be prepared. All of this sounded scary and yet I was getting excited the more I thought about it, so I set about cleaning my home and throwing away all of my perishable items before watching movies into the late evening. As 12 approaches I grinned madly as I stripped myself and walked outside, I had a key outside of my home and I had let my family and friends know I was going out of town for who knows how long to sight see for a while with no contact available. It was 11:45 as I stood rigid on my front porch waiting for a truck to come by and pick up this lonely android. At what I assumed was a little past twelve a large truck backed into my drive way and slide open the back door allowing me to see a bigger man step out. I hastily shut my eyes and activated “sleep” mode.

The Special Order Doll

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

Working in the office as the accounts/administrator, but I also specialise in the special order dolls and getting their clothes online or via fetish wear suppliers, I then dress them and prepare them in a separate area of the factory away from the main floor where the general dolls are made. The special orders are made by one of our master craftsmen and then placed in the side room ready for me to assemble the order that the customer has requested.

The Special Gift

Mon, 08 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Woman to Sexdoll

Janice decided to give her husband a very special birthday present this year, she’d given him many gifts over the past few years they had been married and even given herself to him dressed in eye popping lingerie. But this year she wanted something extra special and after looking at some of his browsing history Janice knew the perfect gift – a full size realistic sex doll.

Honey Baked Honeys 2: Randy's new job

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

Please note; this story is fantasy. As of this writing the means to make this fantasy safely come true do not yet exist. Until such safe measures do exist it is HIGHLY recommended that this stays a fantasy, as the situations described can cause anything from lifestyle complications to SEVERE DEATH. This is for Erotic Imagination only. This is a work of fiction; none of the companies or names listed within actually exist or bear attachment with anything in real life. This story takes place in America, and all measurements are SAE. This story is presented with the strict understanding that the reader is comfortable with adult themes. story continued from part one

Riding Lessons 6

Fri, 02 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part five

It has been a while since we have caught up with the messy, bondage activities down on the stable yard so here is the latest edition. I hope people enjoy and if you are new to this series please read the rest in the forum.

Messy Riding Lessons - Chapter 6

My name is Claire Fullerton, I am event groom for Hilary Furness-Smyth one of the UK’s top riders, I am also her lover having left my previous life as an app developer to pursue love and my more bizarre tastes.

A Dolly's Transformation

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

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

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

Jill's Adventure into Total Slavery 7: Heather and Norma get caught

Fri, 10 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jill’s Adventure into Total Slavery 6: A New Slave Arrives)

Part 7: Heather and Norma get caught

Tom finally contacted Jason and told him that they would be visiting in two week and the girls were looking forward to the vacation, as the last month had been very stressful, but everything was working fine and there was no major loss.

Tom told the girls to go shopping for new outfits for the vacation as they earned it with their hard work over the last month. They left to go shopping, where they both bought string bikinis and skimpy outfits and Norma also bought a few sexy nightgowns to please Tom.

The Curtain Factory

Fri, 17 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Three weeks ago, a new machine was put in operation. It is a machine that can make curtains and drapery to order. Tissue is selected from 1 of 24 rolls and 6 different types of lace can be sewed on them. Since the installation, we had problems with it, once in a while, the lace is not sewed in the proper location and customer complains. Twice the line had been stopped for a full evening as maintenance searched for the problem. Every sensor, every motor, every actuator, every wire connections were checked but nothing was found.

Between the Rubber

Wed, 09 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Sally groaned as she rocked against her latest suitor, despite the huge member entering her, she knew this would be another guy she would pass off. Once he shot off his load they slid apart and lay out on the rubber sheeting. Above a door closed on the gantry, although hidden from view her companion had no intention of being caught by his manager. Sally had no such issues, her father owned the company and so she simply lay out catching her breath. Her father owned a drinks company as well as several small ships to move ingredients and product between factories. Sally sometimes accompanied the ships and helped keep the spirits of the sailors up with small favours.

Man to Mannequin

Sat, 22 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

I gazed with longing at the slim figure that was arrayed in the most up-to-date, fashionable clothes, with the lovely hair that was so perfectly trimmed and cut, and the perfect face with it’s lovely pursed lips and wide open, innocent eyes. I turned my gaze away from the mannequin in the shop window and looked at my girlfriend who was in so many ways just as lovely, just as desirable, as the object in the window. More so in fact, for she was warm, living flesh, and the dummy was just cold, hard plastic. Unlike me Julia was simply interested in the fashions that the dummies disported. She looked straight past the dummies that were dressed in them, and of course she knew nothing of my most secret desires.

The Dating Process

Sat, 22 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Samantha looked down at her map again, printed on a basic leaflet was the advertisement for a new dating service. She’d had boyfriends before but most had lasted merely weeks. Her only long term relationship had been with Mark, the sex was good but he’d started to talk about some pretty strange fetish with bondage. When he started talking about tying her up she’d decided it was too much for her. Since then her heart just wasn’t in it when the guys at the club were all over her. The dating services leaflet had been a glimmer of hope that she could finally swap her toys for the real thing once more.

The Dating Process

Sat, 22 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Change of Lifestyle

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Michelle couldn’t believe how fast twenty years had gone by. She really only had memories from maybe three-quarters of them, but still. She’d lived an ordinary enough life she supposed, well… as ordinary as life can get when your mother spends most of her time mounted on a stand in her room.

These past two years hadn’t really been all that ordinary either: instead of heading off to university or getting a job, Michelle had spent the time ensuring her body was absolutely flawless. Now she turned heads wherever she went no matter how she was dressed, which was good; mannequins are supposed to draw people’s attentions. Michelle pondered her curious lineage and the decision that had led her to where she was. Her father was, in the grand scheme of things, nobody special; he worked as a visual merchandiser for a department store chain. He had average looks, a warm personality, and horrid luck with the opposite sex, this last trait was part of the reason he became infatuated with one of the mannequins he dressed.

Product Experience

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Sandy had always known she wasn’t an ordinary girl; ordinary girls had normal parents, had lives that would extend past their twentieth birthday, would be able to determine for themselves who they spent their lives with. Not so for Sandy and her sisters, they weren’t girls they were products; the best, most realistic feeling love-dolls money could buy. Their mother was a chemist, and their father a silicone love doll that she had created an artificial semen for, at least that’s what she told her daughters. In reality the doll was her high-school flame; she’d caught him cheating on her with a gymnast the week before graduation and took her revenge then and there. The gymnast doll was now owned by her former boyfriend that she’d been cheating on. Of course this knowledge was irrelevant to Sandy, she just knew that because of her parentage, her body behaved differently to normal girls: if she gained weight it was always in the “right” places for a doll to be hefty. Whenever she had sex with someone her body would react to that person and change just a bit to be closer to their ideal partner. She could turn her hair into a wig at any time, and replace it with another wig that would become her real hair. Finally, when she turned twenty she would change into silicone and be ready for sale. Nothing would trigger the change it would just happen, that was what she was after all. Other than that she lived a normal life: she went to school, had boy/girl friends/troubles, experimented with sex, drugs, and while she wasn’t partial to rock and roll, she did rather enjoy classical music and went to see her city’s symphony orchestra whenever she got the chance. She was part of the cheer-leading team in high-school, and had a brief stint as a mannequin-model for a swimsuit store in the mall, but the store closed down due to the owner moving away.

If Only I’d Known

Sun, 09 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Georgia was in a hurry to get to the clinic, she was going to be late unless she picked up the pace. She had been lucky to get her appointment at the rather exclusive weight loss and beauty clinic, she was beginning to feel more self conscious about her appearance as she was getting older. She had only just been able to get in after landing a new richer man, just months after leaving her old boyfriend. She was desperate not to miss her appointment now. She rushed up to the reception desk. She was about to introduce herself.

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

WSL01

Fri, 01 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000

The first day …

“Anne? Have a minute?”

The dark haired woman looked over her the top of her glasses.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Well. I was checking the v4 mods and I found something funny.”

“Oh?”

“Ever hear of weasel 1?”

“Weasel?”

“WSL01. Here.” Lyssa stepped around the desk and set down a folder.

Damn!

“It looks like a driver for a subsystem, but it’s not in Change Control.”

“Well, if it’s not there, it’s not part of the system.”

Folded & Boxed

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

It was in the mid 90s before LCD projectors became the norm for office conferences. Our company was specialized in manufacturing tarp and other similar product. Our plant was producing heavy duty rubber coated cotton tarp. I had just been promoted to the personal secretary to my new manager on the 2nd floor 3 weeks beforehand.

On that dreadful morning, I was just finishing copying a presentation that my boss was going to make. The presentation was scheduled to start in 2 minutes and I was running late. As soon as I finished putting them together, I headed for the conference room, taking a shortcut on the pathway that overhung the production floor behind the office. I don’t usually go this way as the noise is so loud. On my way to the conference room, my right heel got caught in a crack in the old concrete sending me off balance. Trying to regain my balance, I dropped the presentation on the floor and my worst nightmare happened. One of the copies glided toward the edge and dropped below on to the production floor.

Kira's Manga Makeover

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I was on assignment, my task was to gain secrets from a competitor, I’m an industrial spy, I break into companies to gain inside information to help whoever I’m being paid for at the time. This week I was in an industrial complex on the outskirts of those new towns that sprang up in the dot com era, a time of boom and bust. But it kept me busy.

The factory was deserted, the last employee left the building at 7pm, the place was locked up and in darkness, there were no lights were on inside the building, just the security lights outside. The last security patrol had driven up to check the building at 10pm, they wouldn’t be back again until 2am, their rounds would take them far and wide, so I knew that they would be no bother, this would be a simple break and enter.

The Magician's Assistant

Mon, 04 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000

“The Great Messini and his lovely assistant Regina”, that’s what the advertising banner stated on the outside of theatres where we performed our magic act. My husband is the Great Messini and me of course I’m his lovely assistant and wife Regina. We have performed all over the world, and we seemed to be touring continuously. Finally we had a break and decided to take a holiday in Egypt, the lure of the Middle East. Dusky skinned natives, exotic locations and warm sunshine.

Return to Sender

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Frank had been mystified by the phone call. He had not heard from Donna for nearly a year since they had split up and here she was cooing down the phone at him, asking him to call round. Weird! They had had a tempestuous relationship. Donna was a demanding person in more senses of the word than one and Frank had finally been thrown out on his ear, with his suitcase of possessions not far behind, when Donna had found out about his little friendship with a girlfriend of Donna’s. So this sudden proffering of friendship made Frank a little suspicious. Still, what the hell, he got a hard-on just thinking about Donna. She was a sexy little minx and she milked a man something wicked.

Return to Sender

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000

The Best Christmas Present Ever

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Note: The names and physical likenesses of all the women in this story are courtesy of the Bondage Damsels website. The personalities and events portrayed are COMPLETELY fictional and have nothing whatsoever to do with the actual models on BondageDamsels.com. Enjoy!

Kimberly Anne had been dating Dan for a few months and really liked him, but how she tell him about her other love, bondage. With Christmas coming she also wanted to get him something really special without succumbing to the commercial spirit of Christmas. Then it hit her, “why don’t I give him the ultimate gift … me (all wrapped up for the holidays)!”

The Best Christmas Present Ever

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Extreme Packing

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

In a recent post, after discussing a packaging session I felt was tame, Bondage Princess jokingly wondered what the “worst” I could do was. Before that, I had been debating whether I would post tales of the truly extreme things that I have done. I debated this because, in part, while I have preached safety throughout my posts, those truly extreme things from my past were not entirely safe. They were in fact, quite reckless and irresponsible, even though I had worked to make them as safe as possible at the time. Secondly, they did not involve my wife, and I wanted to emphasize the things that we do together and for each other, rather than the things that I’ve done with others.

Louisa's Summer Holiday

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

Louisa always had a vivid imagination as a child; this had often got her into various trouble over the years but never enough to stop her from trying anything new or daring. She had a few passions; zentai, mummification and self-bondage were her most secret ones. She had always thought she would die if anyone found out about these, so always made sure she made precautions so that her “other side” would remain hidden. Louisa though also found it a buzz to see how far she could go, to be helpless and vulnerable but undiscovered as well.

The Mass

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

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

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

Goodbye AnnaDol

Thu, 17 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

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

She smiles at me, the woman. Celia.

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

Goodbye AnnaDol

Thu, 17 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

She smiles at me, the woman. Celia.

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

Goodbye AnnaDol

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

She smiles at me, the woman. Celia.

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

The Initiation

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

“Charles William Smith” the stern looking magistrate said after a whispered discussion with the other two and the Recorder, “we have decided, that although what you have done is a serious offence, we have looked at the reports and have decided that you need another chance. We believe that you could become a fine upstanding citizen. However, taking that into consideration, this incident deserves some form of punishment. To save you having a criminal record, we are binding you over to keep the peace for one month. In that time you will find a job and have your employer report on your conduct at the end of that time. Should you fail to find and keep a job, we will have no other option than to refer you for sentencing again. Do you understand?”. Charlie said he did and the magistrate said “Therefore, you are free to go. You must return in one month and report to this court. Off you go” Charlie was pleased. He thought he was going to be given a custodial sentence or at least community service. But as it was his 19th birthday, it was a nice present for him.

Could be the Start of one of those Days

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

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

The Magician's Assistant

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

“Do I have to wear it?”

“It is part of the act. While they are looking at you, they are not noticing my sleight of hand!”

“It is hot and restrictive. And I am getting through umpteen pairs of tights in the process!”

“Yes, but you get some more! I am sure the men only come to watch your figure!”

“You wear it then if you like it that much!”

Still Life 4 - Les Yeux Sans Visage

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Still Life 3 - Mistaken Identities)

Part Four - Les Yeux Sans Visage (The Eyes Without Face)

I rolled out of bed, shaking my hair out of my face. Darrin leaned over and propped himself up on his elbow. “Going already?”

“It’s ten ’till eleven,” I said. I turned and smiled. “You know I turn into a pumpkin at eleven PM.”

As I walked across the large bedroom to the master bath I heard Darrin say, “Still, isn’t there anything I could do to get you to stay a little long?”

Derek's Downfall

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Derek Tyndal was a hard man to work for. But he was even harder to live with. His long suffering wife Kath would sit by meekly and indulge him. Derek was heavily into bondage of all sorts. Hogtie, suspension, packaging, straight jackets, mummification. You name it, he did it.

He had decided one night he would wrap his wife up in tape. Once he had done that he had gone out to the bar and got drunk and had finished up in the cells for the night leaving his wife to suffer. The sergeant asked if he had anyone who could bail him out, but he was so drunk he was incomprehensible. Kath was left wriggling all night trying to get out of the tapes. But that did not bother him. He was the breadwinner and she would have to put up with it.

Fantasies Fulfilled

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

Desmond Hamilton was fairly wealthy. Not quite a millionaire, but well on the way to it. He had a lovely wife, Nichole, a nice house, a Jaguar car. What more could you want? But Desmond did. Desmond was having an affair with his secretary, Natasha.

Nichole was straight laced. She would not give Desmond the thrills he was seeking. Hence he had the affairs. He wanted someone to represent him during the day, a wife in the evening and a whore at night. Nichole was no whore! She was the epitome of class. She was tall, blonde, blue eyed and extremely well spoken.

The Party

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

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

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

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

The Party

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

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

The Party

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

(Also appears in Buried stories section)

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

Arabian Nights

Sat, 06 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Jill and Tim wandered about the market in Dar -es - Salem. The sun shone down on Jill’s long blonde hair, causing reflections to sparkle where the sun hit it at the right angle. Tim was looking for some presents to take home to their families. They had been there a week and decided to get the presents over and done with. They had a week to go. “Perhaps we should get them a camel each!” Tim said laughingly looking at the rubbish that was on the stalls in front of them. Jill laughed. They kept on wandering around the market when up came an Arab. “Me, Mustapha. You want to sell golden haired lady. I give you two camels!” he said Tim was taken aback but replied “Ten camels” “Four camels” “Nine camels” “Five camels”

The Strongbox

Sat, 06 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

“You want velly strong box radies?” The wizzen old Chinese man said the Anne and Stacey, two policewomen. They had wandered into the old curiosity shop and were looking round. They turned and saw the old man looking at them.

“Pardon?” Anne asked.

“I saw you looking at large strongbox. You seemed to take a long time looking at it! Velly strong. It came from foreign embassy. Cannot tell you which one. Made of Tungsten. Velly strong. Hold small elephant.”

Moving

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

“What is this thing?” Camille asked standing in front of a conveyer belt, about 8 feet long with an odd hoop on the end. “Just relax and lay down.” Reluctantly Camille lays down on the conveyor belt, and is a bit surprised when I pull a strap over her calves and over her waist and wrists. She whimpers nervously. I shift the belt forward so her toe is through the hoop. “What’s happening?” she asks. “It’s okay my little cherished one.” I say calmly. I pull a strip of tape out of the bottom of the hoop and attach it to her toe. She wiggles it curiously. A carriage with the tape begins to make revolutions around the hoop as the belt moves slowly. Four revolutions for each inch that the belt moves. “What’s happening?” she asks a bit panicked, struggling. “You know I’m moving, right?” I ask, watching the machine work. “Yes…” she says unsurely. “Well, I want to make sure all of my cherished things are packed well.” “Packed?” she says inquisitively “Yes.” I say as she whimpers a bit realizing her fate. I remove the strap on her leg as it approaches the hoop. She struggles a bit but the tape holds her. “Packing me?” she asks, a bit incredulously. “Yes, my little demoness.” I state. She whimpers as I stroke her head to comfort her. “It will be okay. There will be more than just the tape.” She looks up at me scared. “You’ll be safe, and I am sure you will arrive unharmed.” I add. “Sending me and not taking me yourself?” she inquires. “Oh, I’ll be driving the truck.” I say to her as I slide a cart to catch her body as it feeds through the hoop. She squirms trying to move her legs, the tape holds firm, even as it captures her wiggling hands. As it wraps them up I release the other strap. “A-and you’re gonna put me in the back?” she asks, again unsure of her circumstances. “Yes, my dear.” She continues to struggle as the tape works up her chest. I place a neck brace around her neck to protect it. She watches the ceiling because of it. “That will keep you from getting hurt.” I say trying to comfort her. She looks at the taping machine and cries out my name as I put a rubber hood over her head to keep her hair from getting caught in the tape. “Open wide for me.” I command. She gulps and shakes her head, biting her lip as the tape works up her mouth. “If you want to breathe, I would suggest you open up.” I explain. She whimpers and opens her mouth. I shove a mouthpiece in with a tube that sticks up out of it. The tape catches up and the tube pokes a hole in the tape as it passes over it. “Aren’t you glad you opened up?” I ask. She whimpers and tries to nod. Instead giving a muffled “mmm-hmmm” as she looks up at me desperately just before the tape covers her eyes, following the rest of the head. I turn off the machine and cut the tape. I give her a kiss on the tube. I hear her panting as she continues to squirm. I use the cart to put her next to a metal capsule with a rubber lining. Carefully I lift her into it. I give her a hug before closing the lid. She whines and mumbles a bit as I close it. After I close the lid I inflate the rubber lining to hold her tightly. I carefully use a winch to raise the tube and lower it into a carefully made crate. As I begin to hammer the lid of the crate closed I hear her scream into the tube. “I’ll be sure to make sure I open you as soon as I can on Tuesday.” I say reassuring her, she screams into the tube, obviously not reassured.

Moving

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

Moving

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

Penalty Clause

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

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant

WHEN Chloe announced that she had invited a real lifestyle Dominatrix to help sort Becky out, her slave knew that she had all but won. It had taken six months but it really looked as though Chloe was finally throwing in the towel and admitting defeat in their mutual contest of wills.

The ‘game’ had started almost from the day the two had first met at that fetish event in Soho. They had started dating and had found in themselves a mutual love of BDSM; but while both wanted to be the dominant member of the partnership, neither was particularly willing to be the submissive. Equally, neither was willing to end the relationship and seek submissive partners elsewhere. And so Chloe - or was it Rebecca herself? - had thrown down the gauntlet and issued the challenge.

Smart Duct Tape 5

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

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant

Beth was taped up waiting for Sharna and Lacey to return with her new toys.

At the adult store Sharna and Lacey enter the adult store. A man from behind to counter said, “Welcome to Jo’ Bob ’s Den of Iniquities. I am Jo’ Bob ; can I be of any assistance?”

Lacey says they are looking for a blue super deluxe wireless vibrator set, blue breast-milking nipple clamps with pump, and a blue leather obedience hood. The man said that he had all of the things the women had asked for and some new stuff that they may not have seen before. He showed the women the new white noise earplugs with microphone that blocked out all noise except, what was said into the microphone for full sincerer depravation, and it even come it different colors. He told the women that he had a very new item that will not be out for sale to the public for at lease six more months. He said he was beta testing it for the manufactures. He asked if the women would like to see. They said yes.

Imported from the USA

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

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

Imported from the USA

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

Another day, another dull routine at work.

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

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

Imported from the USA 2

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

continued from part one

Part 2 Inga never expected to have her package delivered so quickly. Less then three days after placing the order for a slave, and it arrived at her doorstop. It was a very pleasant moment. She had been on her leather sofa, wondering where her slave was going to sleep. There was the upstairs bedroom, but it might be difficult to get him up there… Maybe the basement. It would certainly be more efficient for her, but her poor slave would be all alone… As she contemplated this problem, the doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of the mailman. Inga wondered what awaited her. Bills no doubt. Lots of junk mail. Maybe a catalogue or two. When she opened the oak door, she didn’t see any of those. Instead, she saw a gigantic box sitting on her doorstep. There were air holes cut into the side of the box. It was roughly seven feet long. There was a large label on the top of the box, which bared the letters “ISF”. Inga let out a squeal of joy. Had it really arrived so quickly?! She hardly dared to hope. The mailman helped her bring it inside the house, where it was placed in the living room. The mailman asked what was making her so excited, and was quite curious when he learned that it was a new pet. Inga breathed a sigh of relief as he left. She couldn’t wait to open the box and see her new pet. She almost pulled a muscle as she frantically pried open the box to reveal the packing peanuts inside, still covering the crates precious cargo. There was a small booklet inside the box. Picking it up, Inga began to read it. “Dear owner: Thank you for purchasing your slave from us. Each and every slave we sell comes with our seal of quality. Should your slave ever need replacing, simply let us know and we’ll help you as fast as we can.” “Yes, yes, get on with it.” Inga thought. “Your slave should serve you well. Through our years of research, we have found that treating your slave with affection and kindness is the fastest way to earn your slave’s loyalty. Of course, you are free to treat your slave any way you wish!” Inga chuckled. She didn’t have any intention of mistreating this slave. Too impatient to read the warranty, she tossed the booklet onto the floor and began to scrape away the peanuts covering her new friend. She gasped. There he was. Exactly as she had ordered. Firm body, good length and build. The tight bandages wrapped around the body, compressing and containing him. And beneath that layer was that oh so sexy body bag she longed to see, and beneath that lay that wonderfully tight spandex body suit. And beneath that layer was her new, precious slave. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. She let out a squeal of delight, hopped into the crate and scooped the mummified slave into her arms. She hugged him close to her chest, stroking his bandaged head. “Hello there!” She cooed. “I’m your new mistress!” Her slave didn’t move, but then again, she had placed an order for very tight restraints. “Well, lets get you out of this cramped box!” At first glance the idea seemed ridiculous. Here was a Swedish lady, and here was a big, well built man. But affection and love can give strength, which easily enabled Inga to lift him out of the box and place him on the floor. “Whew!” She said, wiping the sweat off her forehead. “You’re heavy! Did you work out before you were all wrapped up?” Again, her slave made no indication that he heard. But then again, his restraints were doing their job wonderfully. It was then that Inga noticed a small sheet of paper in the crate her slave had been shipped in. Picking it up, she looked at the numbers and letters written on it. “Your slave’s identification number is 7538Y.” “Well seventy five.” She said seductively. “I think that’s a fine name for a handsome slave like you. Now, why don’t we get you somewhere more comfortable?” It took another twenty minutes, but Inga managed to move 7538Y onto her fine leather couch. She placed several pillows under his head, just to be sure that he was comfortable. “Comfy?” She asked. No response. A thought entered Inga’s head. It was a slightly grim thought, but one that needed to be addressed. She quickly looked at her slave’s chest and watched closely. To her relief, it did move up and down slightly, indicating that yes indeed, her slave was alive. But was he awake? There was one way she could find out. She leaned over his head. “If you can hear me, stop breathing for a moment.” She watched his chest. To her delight, the up and down movement stopped. “Okay, you can breathe again.” The up and down movement started up again. “I bet you’re wondering when I’m going to let you out?” She giggled. “Well, I think I’ll take my time. I want to get to know you, get an idea of what you’re like. And besides, I like hugging my teddy bears.” And that was what she did. Inga reached over and took this big, mummified man into her arms. She held him close to her chest, squeezing and stroking his bandaged body, loving every second of it. Here was a man that she could count on to be with her for the rest of her life, to listen to her even if he didn’t want to, to be with her even if he didn’t want to, to be held, even in the unlikely event that he didn’t want to. 7538Y didn’t give any sign or indication of what he was feeling then, buried deep beneath layers of restraints. Inga hoped he could feel her devotion to him. She had only known him for less then an hour, but already she felt instantly attached to him. She could unwrap him right then and there… or she could increase the pleasure. Let him stay in there for a day or two. Inga grinned. Yes… that was what she would do. Dinner that night was an interesting affair. The Swedish woman managed to move her slave into the dinning room, where he was propped up on a chair and tied down in place by large Velcro straps. Inga savored her soup, letting its warmth soothe her stomach. She looked over at 7538Y. She wondered what he was thinking. He was probably hungry. Maybe a little thirsty. His still form did not show any of his buried and restrained emotions. “Are you hungry my slave?” Inga asked. No answer. “Well, why don’t we give you some food tomorrow?” No answer. Finishing her soup, Inga looked at her slave while pondering where to keep him for the night. The basement was too cold, the main floor was a bit cool… but the upstairs bedroom was just right. An hour later, 7538Y was in the master bedroom, lying down on a guest bed. Inga was lying in the master bed, looking lovingly at her slave. “Well,” she began. “I think tomorrow, I’ll start unwrapping you to see that lovely bag you’re in. Is it comfy?” 7538Y gave no response. Inga smiled and turned off the light. “I’ll take that as a yes.” ** Sleep was utterly blissful. After all, Inga had a nice teddy bear to squeeze when she woke up. And she took full advantage of that. 7538Y was squeezed for about half an hour after Inga woke up. She didn’t feel like getting out of bed just yet. Lying here, holding her slave in her arms, was much more satisfying. But she had to get up eventually. She slowly stretched her limbs, welcoming the blood flowing through them. “Good morning slave!” She said as she got out of bed and walked over to the curtains. With a quick flick, they opened, letting the warm sun shine in. “Let’s have some breakfast.” Inga said. Taking a small knife from a chest, she walked over to her slave. Though it saddened her to cut away these wonderful looking bandages, she knew it had to happen eventually. Besides, she would get a big reward for giving up the white beauty that bound her beloved. A small square was cut away from 7538Y’s crotch area. It took a little bit longer then expected, but Inga squealed when she saw it. The zipper was in the right spot, just above her slave’s groin. This little feature had cost extra, but was worth every penny. “Oh googely bear!” She giggled as she rubbed 7538Y’s crotch. “I think it’s time for you to feed me breakfast!” 7538Y made his first movement since arriving at his new home. He managed to quiver slightly with excitement. The sensuous rubbing had the desired effect. A bulge quickly took shape that began to grow into a mountain. The zipper in the bag was opened, revealing the spandex skin beneath it, covering the still-growing mountain. The zipper on that was opened as well, and the giant tree sprung forth. Inga decided to make it hard and fast. She grabbed the giant, meaty tower of flesh and began to suck on it, rubbing her tongue over its peak. 7538Y began to tremble and shake. Inga smiled as she sucked and rubbed, bringing her lovely slave closer and closer to serving breakfast. Just as he was about to explode, Inga stopped. She withdrew her mouth, and watched as the giant tower of erect flesh trembled and shook, desperately searching for the warm caress it had felt only moments ago. 7538Y managed his first sound since his arrival. A small moan escaped from his head. Staying silent to heighten the suspense, Inga waited until the tower began to collapse. Just when it was all the way down, she grabbed it, wrapped her tongue around it, and began rubbing again. The tower sprang back to life, filling her mouth with delicious, meaty flesh. She sucked and stroked, savoring her slave’s flavor. Ohh, it was so delicious to eat him… 7538Y was starting to buckle in his restraints, trying to move. The bag and the belts held him in place easily, keeping his movements in check, allowing Inga to continue her work. Finally, she could hold it back no longer. She went hard, and she went fast, rubbing and sucking as hard as she could. 7538Y responded by exploding, his body quaking and buckling uncontrollably as he gave his master the tastiest, most juicy breakfast she could ever recall having. “Oh my!” She gasped as she swallowed. “You’re good!” With that, she collapsed on the bed, covering her slave with her body. Feeling deeply relaxed, so very relaxed, she wound her arms and her legs around her slave’s still wrapped body, giving him a full body embrace. She squeezed him tightly, giving him the most passionate hug she could manage. “I think.” Inga sighed. “That this is going to be a nice relationship.” Seemingly in agreement, 7538Y wiggled slightly under his master’s hug. The next two days were a blur for Inga. She made the decision early on to spread out the pleasure of unwrapping her slave. So she slowly removed his restraints, little by little. She unwound the bandages from his legs, then his thighs and waist, then his chest. On the third day of 7538Y’s stay, Inga removed the last of the bandages, and fully uncovered her slave’s body. He was still bound in his body bag and belts, but now his form was revealed in the shiny and sexy bag he was locked in. “Oh sugar booger,” Inga cooed. “You look so sexy in that! I could let you out… but what’s the fun in that?” 7538Y wiggled slightly, whether from pleasure or not, Inga couldn’t tell. “Tell you what.” Inga said. “Why don’t I take you outside, and show you your new home? Would you like that?” 7538Y wiggled again. This time, it was definitely in pleasure. The sun was shining as Inga moved her slave out of her house and onto the patio. She had to get this just right, to make a great first impression. Pull this off, and her slave would never want to leave this wonderful place. It was a slight struggle to move 7538Y onto the swinging bench, but seeing his bluish form spread out on the bench made him look oh so helpless, so innocent and dependent on her for his care. She sat down next to him, placing her arm around his shoulder. A slight push, and the bench began to sway back and forth. “Well,” she began. “You ready to see your new home? I think you’ll like it!” 7538Y tried to nod his head, but the posture collar forced him to keep his head up. Inga laughed. “Oh, is that little collar annoying? Well, I think the black, sensuous leather looks so good wrapped around your neck. Besides, it’ll be a great place to put my leash!” Though 7538Y gave the impression of wanting to see his new home, Inga decided to make him wait just a little bit. He was still sealed into his own little world. Let him stay in there a little bit longer. She squeezed his shoulders tightly, but lovingly. “Isn’t it amazing?” Inga thought to herself as the bench swayed slightly. “I’ve never seen this man’s face, I’ve never heard him speak, I’ve never felt his arms around me, yet I love him!” The two sat there on the bench for a while. One, because she wanted too. The other…well, he didn’t have a choice in the matter. Finally, Inga could wait no longer. She reached over towards her slave’s hood. Moving carefully, she began to undo the zippers over the eyes. Each “Rrriippp” was so delicious to listen to. She was opening up her slave! The two zippers were undone. Inga looked at her slave’s face closely. Underneath the hood was the blindfold that had been placed over 7538Y’s eyes. Underneath that blindfold were her slave’s eyes. It would be the first part of him she would really see. Very slowly, she reached inside the hood and moved the blindfold with her fingers. 7538Y didn’t move, keeping perfectly still. A few slips, and then it was done. The blindfold was off. And Inga looked into the eyes of her slave. They were calm, content eyes, a deep green in color. They blinked at the newfound light that flooded upon them. But they adjusted, and then focused on Inga. 7538Y could not speak, but his eyes told Inga everything she would want to know. His eyes told her that he was fine. His eyes told her that he was curious about her, and that he was very curious about his surroundings. But overall, his eyes were beautiful. “Well, hello there!” Inga said. “Welcome to your new home!” And she stepped aside, giving 7538Y his first look at his home. They were in a great valley, surrounded on all sides by snow capped mountains. There was a giant lake in the center of the valley. Forests full of trees filled the valley like grass. The two were at Inga’s two-story log cabin, far out from civilization. Up above, the sun shone down through the clouds, illuminating the mountains and valley with a soft, warm, and comforting glow. “Do you like it?” Inga asked curiously. 7538Y nodded his head as best he could, his eyes full of delight. “Then let’s take you out for a little ride!” The little ride that Inga talked about was a ride on a large floating platform that drifted lazily across the lake. The surface of the platform was covered in soft blue carpeting. Inga and 7538Y lay on the platform, letting the current take them where it willed. It was a lazy Sunday cruise. No destination in mind, no worries or cares to trouble the two. Inga was nude, lying spread eagle on the carpet. 7538Y lay still in his body bag, unable to move. They stayed like this for an hour or two, relaxing in the Swedish mountains. Time ceased to be. After working up the strength, Inga rolled onto her side and looked at her slave, her eyes drowsy. “You know 7538Y? There’s so much I don’t know about you. I don’t know where you came from, or what you used to do. I don’t know if you had a family, or if you had a goal in life.” She slowly snaked her way up to him, his eyes looking at her curiously. “And though I’ve only known you for four days, it seems like it’s been a lifetime.” She reached him and got on top of him, straddling him like he was a saddle. Inga leaned over and slowly nuzzled 7538Y affectionately on the nose. As 7538Y’s eyes closed in pleasure, Inga slowly reached down and began to take off the hood, revealing the skin beneath. 7538Y didn’t even notice as his head covering was taken off. And when it was off, Inga looked into the face of her beloved slave. It was a handsome face, still young, not past fifty. His skin, though damp and wrinkled from the bondage, was smooth and shaved. He was the embodiment of handsome (which, unknown to Inga, was the reason ISC hired him. Clients always liked handsome slaves). His ballgag was still in place. Though she could be a little cruel if she wanted too, he had worn the gag long enough. Undoing the tight straps that held it in place she took it out. 7538Y sputtered and croaked, trying to flex muscles that had been stiff and unused for days. “Are you okay?” Inga asked. Her slave stopped and looked up at her, his black hair flowing. “Why yes, thank you master.” He said in his soothing voice. He looked around. “Would you please tell me where I am?” “Your new home is Sweden !” Inga said. “Really? Oh my, that’s a nice choice. And if I may say so, you speak English very well mistress.” Inga blushed. “Aww…it’s nothing really.” 7538Y nodded, then looked down at his bound form. “Uhm…” He began. “Are you… going to let me out anytime soon? I like being mummified and all, but it would be nice to exercise. But of course, it’s your decision mistress. I’ll stay in here if you want me to.” Inga smiled and gently began to stroke his wonderfully smooth second skin. “Oh don’t worry slave.” She cooed. “You’ll be out soon. But you’ll have to be in cuffs!” “I don’t mind.” 7538Y said. “But out of curiosity… well, I never expected my mistress to be…uhm…” 7538Y’s mistress laughed. “Yes, I know. It’s not everyday that your master is sixty years old.” 7538Y smiled. “But you still look so beautiful.” Inga leaned in close and gave 7538Y a soft kiss. Surprised, 7538Y kissed her back. “What’s your name?” Inga asked quietly. “My former name does not matter, the same with who I was, and where I came from.” 7538Y said. Inga kissed him again, rubbing his bound body with hers. “What is important…” 7538Y said gently between two kisses. “…Is that I’m with you now mistress. I’m yours for life.” The mountain began to rise again. “Oh slave.” Inga cooed as she kissed and hugged him. “I love you.” She rubbed his smooth skin over and over. “I love you!” 7538Y kissed his master, deep and passionately. He had loved it these past days. Being loved, being held, being kissed. He loved his master. She had treated him with kindness and love, and he desired to return the favor hundredfold. “And I love you my mistress!” He said. The mountain was at its peak. Barely taking her arms off 7538Y, Inga undid the zipper and let the mountain come out. The valley and the mountains echoed with shrieks of sheer, unmatched pleasure, from both mistress and slave. The plateau was reached, and the downhill slope began. Slave and master exchanged no words. They were asleep. 7538Y in his mistress’s arms, master holding her beloved slave tightly to her. As the sun began to set, the floating platform drifted lazily across the lake, Mistress and slave beginning a new life together of sex, play, and most important, love. Deep in his dreams, 7538Y dreamed of walking up to his employers to thank them for a wonderful retirement. The smiled and said it was no problem. 7538Y smiled and thanked them, just before he was wrapped up and packaged, ready to be shipped off again. The platform continued to drift, carrying it’s passengers into a new realm of love and compassion. 7538Y awoke for a moment. He looked around, trying to remember where he was. Then he found his mistress holding him with her body. Ah yes… As he drifted off again into dreams, 7538Y had one last thought. “What a great retirement…”

New Doll

Fri, 19 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part two

Part Three

“Right get this doll through to ‘cleaning and disinfecting’!”

The words were ringing in my ears as I was transported with the other dolls down to the cleaning and disinfecting area, I watched as my dollfriends (one could hardly say girlfriends!) were each loaded in turn on the cleaning station, on the two special nozzles, one in the front and one up the bum, which would then cleaned the inside whilst sprays cleaned the outside.

New Doll

Fri, 19 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

I didn’t remember even applying for the job, it was just one of those vast numbers of adverts I had seen and applied for in the six months since I had left school. But now I had an interview! OK I had had many interviews in the past, but they were all bottom of the scrap heap type jobs – like MacDonald’s – and I had even failed to get a job there. But this job actually looked good – now that I found the paperwork, an office assistant – even I could do that! OK I wasn’t stupid, but I am not a rocket scientist either!

New Doll

Fri, 19 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Part Two

It seemed like an age (well I did have the transit support up my arse!) I sensed the loading bay doors being opened. I heard the general chit-chat with the courier man, “Fifteen for you today Bob, twelve are next day before niners” “And the others?” “Two are international, and the last is Monday AM”

They sorted the paperwork out. Then starting shifting us dolls, Us Dolls!! – What was I thinking? Almost immediately I was frozen to the spot, crying inside to myself with the realization. Then I felt the crate being moved, my anal intruder slipping jerkily in and out of me as I was bounced across the shop floor. I thought the wheeled trucks gave a smooth ride – apparently not!

New Doll 3

Fri, 19 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from New Doll 2)

Part Three

“Right get this doll through to ‘cleaning and disinfecting’!”

At the Lake

Sun, 12 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant

When I opened the front door of my house after another long day at work, I was greeted by my best friend Joyce, dressed in a rather stimulating, delightfully translucent negligee. I set my laptop down by the door, gave her a big hug, and cemented my lips to hers for a luscious, deep kiss. The kiss lasted for a full minute, but I was delirious with lust for my gorgeous roommate after about half a second as she plunged her hot tongue into my open mouth. Her power to make me horny with a kiss or even just a whisper never ceased to amaze me.

Return the Favor

Sun, 12 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant

Oh my god. She’s here already! Is everything ready?

I can’t believe this is really happening.

Jerry rushed down the hallway, stepping carefully along rich brocade rugs that lay over the polished hardwood floor. Stopping in front of hallway mirror, he took a moment to collect himself, patting down a few loose hairs and tucking in an errant shirt tail. Through the lead glass window behind him he could see his green expanse of lawn (just mown this morning) sloping down gently to the shop.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

Sun, 12 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant

I looked up into the eyes of my old master. He reached down and gave my naked breast a gentle squeeze with a final smile. I could feel the Styrofoam peanut packing material shifting under my bare body. Another servant placed the latex hood over my head and pulled it into the correct position covering my eyes and face with only three small holes. Two holes were for my nostrils where the short tubes from the oxygen line allowed me to breath. The other hole accepted the larger tube for water combined with nutrients. I took a large gulp from the water tube. Yuk! The liquid protein and vitamins made the warm mineral water taste horrible. My hands were cuffed to the sides of the crate, which measured four feet by four feet by eight. There was an oxygen tank providing breathable air for the next 24 hours that should give me enough time to get where I was going.

Who Wants A New Life 2

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

Part Two

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

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

Who Wants a New Life

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

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

“And welcome back to, ‘Who wants a new life’ ”

I groan as I watch the host of the show walk around on the stage floor, boasting to the audience about how popular the show is, and how they are going to choose the winner, blah blah blah.

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

Drake Rubber Products

Thu, 06 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Place: The Drake Rubber Products Inc. factory 11:50 PM.

Night shift employee Helen Clark, a 24 years old data processor, catches up on work left over from the previous night. She sits at her desk entering data on her computer. She is an attractive 5’ 8” brunette who also freelances occasionally as a model. She is single and works night shifts at D.R.P.I. four nights a week. She works in her bare feet, relieved that she can relax and work comfortably as if working at home.

The Latex Body Trap

Sun, 14 Oct 2001 00:00:00 +0000

Jenny moved along the queue in the self service cafe after paying she looked around for a table, the only seat available meant sharing the table with a young man, Jenny walked over carrying her tray, “Do you mind if a share the table?” she asked.

The man just motioned her to the seat with a wave of his hand, Jenny placed her meal and coffee on the table.

As she started her salad she noticed the man sitting her was reading a book on art, he was in his twenties a few years younger than Jenny but quite good looking. As Jenny finished her meal she commented to the young male, “You certainly seem engrossed in your book!”

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