Silk on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Satin Toys

Sat, 04 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

They had spent three months preparing for the ultimate bondage weekend, making the basement room nearly completely soundproof, leaving the prepared gags almost redundant. Shelving removed any sign of the entrance to the windowless playroom, ensuring their privacy. Bogus plans to be out of town for the three-day weekend, certain to alleviate any unexpected visitors.

Jim, Julie, and Megan silently entered the room. They stood at five foot four, slim and attractive. Jim’s hair was a clean-cut sandy blond. Julie’s bright golden blond hair fell down just past her shoulders. Megan’s long, scarlet tresses were neatly tied back in a ponytail with a black silk ribbon. Each of them was filled with anticipation. The moment of truth was at hand.

Riley's Peril in Torech Ungol

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

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

Mind-control Punishment

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

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

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

My Wife Locked Up My Cock

Sat, 10 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000

My Wife Locked Up My Cock - Sensual Robert

“I can’t believe you were stupid enough to allow me to tie you down to the bed!”

I lay naked on the bed tied to the four bed posts with rope. I look at one of the bed posts and try to break free, but the rope is tied tight and I’m not going anywhere…I’m now at the mercy of my wife Melody.

The Giant Spider Nest

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

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

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

Spiders!

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

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

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

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

Slippery Hairdresser

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

Continues from part two

I didn’t need to wait long. Noticing my arm above my shoulders and expecting me to complete my escape within seconds, she wasted no time in throwing the cape over my head once more, smoothing it down over my face. The fury in her eyes was the last thing I saw, a vision of dread that now haunted me. The last two times she had been calculating in her application of the cape, this time it was with uncontrolled rage and I feared the worst. Expecting me now to struggle frantically to free myself with the utmost vigour, she wasted no time in wrapping the scarf around my neck and tying it tight under my chin.

Directrix Phantom Versus Evil Ancient Pharaoh

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

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

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Wed, 06 Nov 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Story continues from part 5

Part 6: Back to Reality

The next morning I awoke with a slight sore head due to all the alcohol I had consumed the day before. I wasn’t drunk but, I could feel him watching me. “Good morning master” I said sleepily.

“Good morning darling….we need to talk” I could sense something was in the wind.

“Well I am all ears master”

“What are the key principles of BDSM?”

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

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

Story continues from part 4

Part 5: Positive Steps

It had been a month since our demonstration and a lot of things had or were about to change in that short amount of time. My master was away with a friend on a special trip, code for we are going to do a job that will take half a day and we will spend the rest of the time in a bar getting drunk! He thinks I button up the back however its almost adorable seeing him squirm as he makes up his excuses as to why this trip is going to take 4 days. Nothing really changes when he is away. I still wear only stockings, garter belt and heels around the house & I always wear my collar, cuffs and chains as if he were here, I just become my own master for a few days but, I do long for him and the mere thought of him makes my juices begin to flow uncontrollably.

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Sat, 27 Jul 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Story continues from part three

Part 4: Its never too late

After taking a lovely warm & relaxing shower I dried myself and slipped on a red silk robe that covers me, but certainly doesn’t leave much to the imagination! I went downstairs into the open plan kitchen and prepared a platter of cheese sandwiches and 2 large glasses of fresh orange juice, without the bits! I got a strange feeling whilst waiting for mum. Today had been quiet a day of revelations for her and I had an idea that she would have some revelations of her own to share with me. Mum and I always had an extremely close bond and we shared everything with each other, well I had thought.

The Art of Silk Surrender 13

Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 12)

The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 13

I lay under the smooth, satin sheeting draped over my naked, hogtied body, and tried to isolate the voices I was hearing in the art studio around me. As I strained through the extra padding of the layers of cloth which were both gagging and blindfolding me, I found a hunger for any clue to the identities of the students, and realized that this moment was providing me more chances than ever before: there was actual talking in my presence! Usually, during the class time, the only voice speaking was Joanna’s as she directed the students to draw me or explore my helplessness before them. At times stern and commanding, at other times soft, nurturing and soothingly erotic, the force of her range of personality dominated my experience of sound completely, from the moment of the first tie until my release after the end of each session.

The Art of Touch

Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

I don’t know why, but I’m slightly nervous this time as I ring the familiar doorbell of Miss Campbell’s practice. Funny really, as I’ve been here so often it feels like a second home. It’s Miss Campbell of course.

Her inviting eyes and gently prodding questions always make you tell everything that’s bothering you, making her a confidante, a pal. And what her casual talk doesn’t release, her hands do, either with a full massage or just a foot-reflexology. That has never failed to calm me down, soothing my swirling brain from whatever is haunting me at the time, stopping it tensioning my body.

Daddy's Little Dancer Girl

Wed, 01 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000

This is a fantasy fiction that I ran over in my mind when I was a younger guy (and still to this day) - it is based in a core of true experiences, but most of the best stuff never happened to me… This is what I consider may have happened had I made some different choices, or life had taken a different turn. To be posted in parts: this section is mostly introductory, and the best parts come a little later (two more are currently written). I hope you enjoy!

Self Bound Challenge

Fri, 14 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000

In order to have some dramatic tension, most every self-bondage story utilizes one of three plot points: Either the self-tied person cannot get themselves free, or they are discovered by someone, or some other disaster befalls them.

I wanted a challenge that did not involve any of those catastrophies. I decide that I would write Gromet one of my self-bondage stories, then attempt to send it while tied up.

I dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, with high heels. Blonde wig, makeup and jewelry converted me into Cynthia, the perfect authoress. I sat down and knocked out a simple story of a woman in bondage, and saved it to a thumb drive.

After Party

Wed, 04 Feb 2015 00:00:00 +0000

For the first time that night I really looked at her. She and I had been together all evening, but I hadn’t quite looked at her. Oh, I knew that she was wearing a blue silk blouse and a knee-length black skirt with black stockings and gold jewelry at her wrist and throat. I knew that her hair was pulled back in a tail and was reddish-brown and as lovely as always.

The Clueless Fly

Wed, 12 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

It was a cold night and Rod was pissed, for the joke his buddies had pulled, getting him drunk and leaving him stranded in the dark alley totally naked. He looked up and saw the sign, the spiders den. The neon was turned off, “FUCK!” he cried in anguish, figures the only place to go around here is shut down for the night. That’s when heard the door creak and saw it slowly swing open. He looked at it suspiciously and the then apprehensively walked through.

Gai-Shift - Kiyoko

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_

Kiyokoa Gai-Shift cog

She perched like a dove on the timeworn subterranean platform, eyes elfin and wise, hair a river of black, slender yet strong limbs hinted beneath her flowing white robes. She said nothing, content to watch the rumbling belt with its whining, wide-eyed cargoes rolling past.

The Wish

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000

In a little shop down an alley off a side street on the edge of Chinatown, Sandy fondled the red, silk dress. There was nothing special about it at first glance - your basic knee-length Chinese dress with a bit of yellow piping for trim. But the sensation of it on her skin had a magical effect. She had to fight the urge to strip and give herself to the kiss of silk on her naked body. She took the dress over to the counter, set it down. It would be the perfect thing - for later.

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?”

Slippery Hairdresser

Fri, 12 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part one_

She lifted the cape up off my head and I hoped that would be the last of my ordeal. I squinted to see, in the well illuminated shop, as she placed the cape once more over the chair next to me. It rustled loudly and shimmered as it slid into position, the bright halogen lighting bouncing off it. It amazed me to think just a minute ago this apparently delicate looking silken cape had taken me to the edge of existence. My face was still bright red and perspiring from the ordeal as she picked up a towel to dry it.

Drider Dates

Tue, 17 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s note: This story is set in the same universe as my prior Drider stories, which explain the world, and the situation between humans and Driders.

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It was an exceedingly cold night as Oiai walked down the street, drawing her coat tighter around her, wishing once more that the weather had been more pleasant and accommodating for the get-together. But luck was not on their side, as this winter had been far colder then normal. Humans could adapt to the cold, but it was much harder for her kind to do so. Drawing her coat closer about her, Oiai hurried on, her legs moving quickly across the pavement. At last, the lights of the bar appeared, bright and warm within the cold winter night. The door, while large, was still small enough that she had to squeeze all her legs together to fit through. But once she was through, a gust of warm air flowed over her, and she felt warm enough to take off her coat. After putting the coat on a nearby rack, she walked towards the back of the bar, passing dozens of other driders, and the humans walking about. There was a festive mood in the air, with both species seeking refuge from the cold, and finding it in their drinks, the food, and the company of each other. Reaching a booth in the back, she sat down. There were several faces in the bar that Oiai recognized: Co-workers, neighbors, but there was one in particular that she didn’t see. A large tarantula came up. “Evening Oiai.” Oiai smiled. “Good evening Wangh.” “What’ll it be?” “Nothing at the moment. I’ll order once my date gets here.” Wangh smiled. “Trying your luck again, eh? Who with?” “A human. Goes by the name Jack.” “I don’t know of any human by that name.” “Not surprised. This is his first time coming here.” Wangh nodded. “Well, I hope it goes well for the two of you.” “I hope so. He’s very shy about all this. Took me a few months just to encourage him to come out here.” “Ah, just be yourself, and he’ll do fine. Now, just wave when you want some drinks, and I’ll be back.” “Thank you.” Legs scuttling, Wangh headed back towards the counter, leaving Oiai to wait, and ponder how this was going to go. Though this was a good, logical place to meet someone for the first time, she wondered if perhaps another location would have been better. Someplace with more warmth, perhaps a family restaurant. There weren’t any drunks here, but if something got out of hand, it could potentially ruin the entire evening. Considering how much this meant to her, she didn’t want to risk screwing it up. The human sized door opened, and a man walked inside. He was of average height and build, carrying a suitcase and wearing a dark green coat…the same attire Jack said he would be wearing upon arriving. Oiai looked over in surprise. So this was Jack…a bit smaller then she had imagined. He looked nervous too, peering around anxiously, no doubt feeling out of place among all the locals. Standing slightly, Oiai waved her hand. Jack saw it, quickly headed over. Like Oiai, he was also surprised at seeing her for the first time in person. Both had seen photos of each other over the internet, but had never met face to face. “So…Jack, I presume?” Oiai asked. Jack nodded. “Yep. The one and only.” Oiai extended her hand. “Well, nice to meet you in person at last!” Jack shook, then took a seat. “So…you know this place?” he asked. “Oh yes. Come here frequently after work,” Oiai assured him, sensing that he more nervous then she had intended. Perhaps she was bigger then he had imagined. Or perhaps it was because she was a black widow spider, which, from what she had read, were among the most poisonous spiders to humans. Or perhaps it was just the fact that actually seeing her face to face was something unnerving. “Well, what would you like to drink?” she asked, wanting to break the ice. “Water? Tea? Something else?” “Oh, water will be just fine, thanks,” Oiai signaled to Wangh, who came over, took their order, and went to have it made. “So…this your first time?” Oiai asked. “At a bar like this? Yeah…never been in a mixed bar before.” He looked around. While there were many humans in the bar, there were far more driders, of all species and types. “Nervous?” “A little, yeah,” Jack said. “Being…I mean, just having so many different…uh…your kind around is a little unnerving.” “How so?” Oiai asked, curious. Jack blushed, nervous. “Oh, just uh…childhood fear of spiders, you know? I mean, nothing against you personally or anything…I just remember back before your kind showed up, when the biggest spider was just the size of a dinner plate.” “That would be unnerving,” Oiai said. “Yeah.” Wangh came over, dropped off their drinks. “So, you’ve never been in a relationship with others of my kind before?” “Well, not really.” “And what are your first impressions?” Jack looked her over, trying to figure out a tactful way to reply. “Well…you’re a bit older then your picture let on. And you’re a bit…bigger. Not that you’re fat or anything.” The poor human wasn’t having a good time, Oiai could see that. She had made a critical error, she saw that now. A mixed bar wasn’t the best place to visit; the atmosphere was just too informal. They should have gone to that family themed restaurant, where things would have been more structured and friendly. Here, he was taking in too many things at once. She had to try and diffuse the tension, and get him out of here before his personal comfort level bottomed out. “If you want Jack,” she said. “We could go somewhere else, where you’re more comfortable.” “Oh no, no, that’s okay,” Jack said. “I mean…I expected to be a bit nervous, meeting you for the first time and all…it’s just that…well, and it’s just weird to see the face behind the username. I mean, I shouldn’t feel that way. How long have we been at this, now? Five years online?” “Six.” “Six, yeah. I just didn’t expect to feel this nervous.” “If this is your first time, that’s to be expected,” Oiai assured him. “You’ll warm up to it.” “I hope so.” Oiai smiled. “You will.” Taking his drink, Jack sipped it. “Oh yeah, I don’t doubt that. It’ll just take time, I suppose.”

Bound in Silk

Fri, 22 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - A Chance Meeting

It had been a long week, finished off with a six hour sales meeting. I longed to get home, remove this retched suit and take a long, relaxing bath. I smiled to myself, that is something I’ve really been looking forward to. I glanced in the rear mirror, nothing in sight, just total darkness. I stared forward, ignoring the hypnotic effect of the windscreen wipers and gave a loud yawn. My peaceful thoughts were suddenly shattered by a clanking noise coming from the front of the car. I came to a jerking hold by the side of the road. Great, this is all I need, looks like that bath might have to wait. I turned the key in the ignition in a vain attempt to restart the car. The engine turned but wouldn’t start. I slamed my hands on the steering wheel in frustration. OK, how will I get home? Looks like I’ll have to call for a mechanic. I reached into the back of the car for the mobile. Where is it? Shit, its in my trenchcoat, back at the office. Not only would I have to walk for help but get drenched in the process. I opened the door and stepped out into the torrent. The rain smashed against my skin, soon causing a cold, numb sensation as I fumbled to lock the door in the dark. I turned up the collar on my jacket to prevent rain trickling down my back and then stared left and right, looking for a sign of civilisation. Nothing. I know that the last town was eight miles behind me and walking that distance in this weather did not appeal so I set off following the road forward, hoping help would soon turn up.

Slippery Hairdresser

Wed, 20 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I went to my local hairdresser’s downtown. It was late and I was worried they had closed. As I got to the door, a young blonde was just about to flip the closed sign. Noticing my disappointment she hesitated and then smiling, opened the door for me. “I think I can fit you in!” she remarked.

“That’s a relief, thank you,” I replied.

As I stepped into the salon, she turned the sign, locked the door behind me and closed the blinds. “I’m definitely closed now,” she smiled, “What can I do for you?”

Blue Mummy

Thu, 15 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Max smiled to himself as he checked the blue nylon carryall to be sure it contained everything he would need. Satisfied, he zipped the bag and slung it over his shoulder, then stepped out of the studio apartment. Pausing only to lock the door, he walked quickly to the elevator, and punched the button. The lift stopped and the doors slid open; a couple of other people were already in the car riding down to the parking level. One was a woman about his mother’s age, with a neatly-marked Dalmatian on a black lead, and the other was a woman he saw from time to time but didn’t really know other than to say hello to.

Drider 4: War

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

Drider 4: War!

Special thanks to Kemmer for suggesting some of the ideas in this story

The cold night air stung Antonio as he walked through the desert. He cursed himself for not bringing a coat. He didn’t even bring a jacket. All he had was a shirt and his jeans.

“Stupid, stupid!” He cursed himself. “You’re such a fool Antonio! You might freeze out here, and you didn’t think to bring a jacket did you?”

Drider 4: War Part 2

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

continued from part one

Part 2

London was silent.

The sound of cars, of crowds, of people, were all gone.

The city, for the first time in its history, was totally silent.

There were large webs strung up through the city, between every building and every street. On each web were up to two dozen silk bundles. They were still and quiet most of the time, but occasionally they wiggled ever so slightly, and a muffled cry could faintly be heard.

Drider 4: War Part 3

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

continued from part two

Part 3

“Wow dad,” Mona said. “She’s beautiful.”

“Really? I do admit, she actually looks quite attractive in that shell of hers. Do you think its thick enough?” Mona walked up to the concrete shell and knocked on it. A thunk greeted her attempt.

“Yes, I think its thick enough.”

“One question father.”

“Yes?”

“Why did you put her in that rubber suit?” Pierre grinned sheepishly.

“Well….uhm…oh, you know. To keep her…warm. Yes, that’s it. Keep her warm!”

Drider 3

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

A special thanks goes to Ultraprene for contributing several ideas to this story.

Part 1: Las Vegas

Here in the bright lights of Sin City, dreams are made, deals are struck, and fortunes are made and lost. A thousand things can and do happen here every day. Most of it goes unnoticed by the community at large. There are more important things, like making money, playing of the bills, and trying to find a place to park your car.

Drider 3 part 2

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

continued from part one

Part 2: Memories.

Her husband dying. The bill collectors. Bankruptcy. The government seizing her house and almost everything she owned.

Homeless, she wandered the streets for many cold and miserable nights. The only shelter she knew had been the singles bar.

Then he had walked in through the door…

Rose smiled softly at the memory of first meeting that young man, seeing him come through that door. In him she saw her escape from the cold, homeless nights and loneliness. She wasn’t aware of smiling. She was asleep, despite the fact that she was hanging upside down in a cave, bound nose to toe in white, tight, and warm silk. Considering her predicament, it was a wonder that she could sleep at all.

Drider & the Jogger

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

Drider: a hybrid between a spider and a human. The drider has the abdomen, legs, and body of a spider, and the upper half of a human positioned where the spiders head would be.

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Samantha glanced down at her wristwatch. 6:30 AM

“Dang.” She thought. “I’m going to be late getting home. Better pick up the pace.” She quickened her stride, the powerful, well-toned muscles within her calves pumping in response. Her shoes began to hit the pavement faster and faster as her speed quickened.

Drider

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

Drider: For those of you who don’t know what a Drider is, it’s a hybrid between a spider and a human. The drider has the abdomen, legs, and body of a spider, and the upper half of a human positioned where the spiders head would be.

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Although she was on a giant web, and the fact that a Drider was wrapping her up, Anne still had enough sense to phone her business clients.

Silkbound Into Slavery 3

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

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

Silkbound Into Slavery 2

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

Part Two

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

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

Silkbound Slave

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

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

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

Silkbound Into Slavery

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

Part One

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

Gai Shift - Pit 8: The Wash Room