Statue on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Scanned, Printed, Sealed

Sun, 06 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two

David Wept.

Phil had known something was up the moment he saw Paula in Maggie’s apartment. He hadn’t objected to them locking the plastic shell around his cock and balls, using the new plastic. He was used to giving Maggie pretty much complete control over his body on a regular basis anyway. He was deeply curious what would happen next.

Besides, Maggie and Paula had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to arrange some sort of surprise for him. Who was he to say no?

Carnevil Origins

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

Chapter 1

Professor Grobyc and Lady Vix watched the roof collapse into the remains of his evil headquarters in a gush of flames that reached up and ignited the Fabulous Five’s steam dirigible into a massive ball of fire.

“Yet another base gone,” Grobyc mused, “Still, at least we finally got rid of those insufferable do-gooders.”

He looked down at his badly dented brass chest, “This is going to take some serious work”.

Electroplated

Sun, 14 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Kate had taken the job at the electroplating plant out of high school wanting to get away from her abusive father and oblivious mother. After learning what the company did it didn’t take long before she started to wish she could encase herself in the thick layers of the metal used in the dipping process. In Kate’s mind if she could become a statue it would solve all her problems and make it so she would be able to forget the fears and worries she felt daily all while keeping her constantly aroused by the permanent bondage. The biggest problem was the process was activated by applying electricity into the solution which would electrocute someone if they were in it. After years of working in the plant dreaming of being encased in the metal she had been able to “dip” pieces of the molds she made of her body making herself a full body case. Kate had made the case by molding her body in stages then casting each and getting a metal shop to fuse them all together leaving her with an almost perfect formed case that she spent every night inside. When the company introduced a low voltage system that could be controlled to exactly match the thickness and density of the materials needed Kate quickly began studying the machine and its capability to see if she could use it still dreaming of being a living statue.

Corrupted Forest

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

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

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

Art Exhibit

Thu, 17 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Laras immortal adventures.

The day to day boredom has officially started to get to me. I spend most of my days pacing my apartment back and forth trying to think of something to do. I haven’t needed to work ever since I became immortal 3 years ago. Though I do occasionally like to eat out every now and again. Fast food wasn’t necessarily cheap but it was definitely worth it. I was making my way back into the living room when my cell phone rang. It lit up with a picture of my best friend Anna.

Tina's Adventures as a Doll

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

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

The Experiment 2

Tue, 26 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one Part 2

With the grace and skill of long practice, Jordan slipped through the large building. Earlier, she’d heard voices in the room she now approached, but they’d seemed to move off, leaving her target area silent and inviting.

To those in the know, Jordan McNair was the ‘go to’ girl for scientific espionage. During her career, she’d made her way into some of the most secure labs in the world, so getting into this old converted factory had been child’s play. Now all that remained was to find the information she’d been so well paid to retrieve.

The Professionals

Mon, 20 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter 2

Chapter 3

Some days later Leslie was paying Charles a social call. She had already found herself a snug corner of the settee and, having kicked off her shoes had her feet tucked up under her. Charles, for once not in one of his maid’s outfits, had automatically wandered off to the kitchen to make coffee for both of them.

“Hey, Charlotte, something funny’s happened to the well,” Leslie called in competition with the hissing espresso machine.

From One Prison to Another

Thu, 19 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000

One rule for princesses at the Magic Kingdom is to always, no matter what, stay in character. This includes maintaining the high-pitched voice Disney princesses are often potrayed with. This princess, Rapunzel, was portrayed by a young, pert, four foot ten inch, 22 year old vixen. She twirls her long blonde hair, which was perpetuated by the flowing Rapunzel wig. Her tight, pink dress spins with the girl. Playing with her hair keeps Katie, immersed as Rapunzel at the moment, occupied while waiting for the next guest at the meet and greet. A strong man, resembling Rapunzel’s lover, Flynn Rider, approached the woman. He smiled at her. “Hey there.” In her still incredibly high pitched voice, Katie-turned-Rapunzel replied. “Hello! I’m Rapunzel! And who are you?” Looking her up and down, the man responded. “Well, I’m Jacob and it is very nice to meet you.” “Oh no, no, we must remain curteous and respectful of the women here.” Rapunzel told Jacob off about his eyeing her. “Where are you from, Mr. Jacob?” She asked gesticulating properly like a real princess. He winked and said, “I’m from a land far far away. Think we could get a picture?” “Of course! Come stand by me and take my arm, Master Jacob!” She said as the photographer prepared to shoot the young bombshell posing dreamily with the park guest. “Say cheese.” As the flash goes off, Jacob groped Rapunzel’s ass roughly. She perked up and grabbed his wrist. “No, no, sweetie!” She said with a lovely, halfway-annoying, high voice. “I know you loved it. If you want, meet me outside on your break.” He whispered into her ear, giving her one last pat on her rump before leaving Rapunzel’s presence. The girl portraying Rapunzel told the woman portraying Snow White about his rude and abrasive attitude. She, too, was high-pitched and aghast. Together, they marched to Jacob and took him to the underground facilities of the park so he could be confronted away from the children. Jacob spoke first. “So you brought a friend. Who might you be?” “I’m Princess Snow White!” Miss White replied in character. “Well then,” Jacob began turning behind the women. “You two ladies need a Prince Charming?” He finished, slipping his hands down around both of their waists. “Oh my! This is not a park for sex, sir. This is for children and wonder!” Snow replied. “Oh, I know that.” He said with a chuckle. “But right now I see no children and I wonder why Miss Rapunzel showed up if you don’t want more. Are you a little tease, blondie?” Jacob said moving closer to Rapunzel. Rapunzel fought her urge. “No! Not at all! I’m here to make kids happy!” “I was a kid once. Make me happy.” He rebuttled, moving in closer, nibbling her ear affectionately. Rapunzel closed her eyes and moaned a bit, but Snow White slapped her. “Katie, stop.” She whispered in her normal voice. Jacob decided to put an end to the impedement between he and Rapunzel’s affair. “Look, ‘Miss White,’ if you don’t want a piece of me, you can go. I think your friend here wants a little happy ever after anyway.” He said, massaging Rapunzel’s ass. Snow White gasped and stormed off, ashamed of her friend as Rapunzel as she began to succumb to her horny desires. Jacob refocused on Rapunzel. “So, how long you been up in that tower? You kept yourself busy?” He asked grinding against his fair maiden. “Not too long.” She answered, flexing her body to fit with his. As he moved his hands up her back slowly, causing a spasm, she stopped him. “Oh, fuck. I have to go back to work. Stay at the Pirates ride. I’ll meet you once I’m done.” “You got me all worked up. I’ll punish you later…don’t be late.” He said before pulling Rapunzel close one last time to kiss her aggressively.

Dipped Strawberry Blonde

Sat, 02 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Lois had always loved chocolate so when she got the IT job at the local chocolate factory she was very excited, and jumped at the opportunity to work around all the candy. Lois also had an affinity for anything bondage related and always wore restricting clothes and high heels, even when doing installs she would wear a latex cat suit and her favorite corset under her overalls with high heeled boots. After being at the chocolate factory a few months she had learned how all the systems worked and made some changes in the programs and even some of the assembly machines and the lines were running much smoother, she regularly walked the assembly line studying the machines and how they operated to try and get a better idea of how they all worked but her favorite part was the dipping stations, she would sometimes watch for hours as almost anything you could imagine was dipped in the deep well of warm chocolate multiple times before being moved to the next station for cooling and color coating.

A Work of Art

Thu, 29 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000

My name is John, I’m an artist and recently, I’ve been working on my biggest project yet. I think I was originally inspired and turned to the creation of beautiful art by my father. He was an artist too and he practically raised me single handed after my mother left while I was still very young. But my father and I had drifted apart over the last couple of years though. I think he was a little hurt when I had tried to search for my mother. I didn’t mean to make him feel like he hadn’t done enough for me, but I was sure that’s how he’d felt. So we saw less and less of each other, eventually it dwindled to a phone call once or twice a month and an occasional visit. I’d hoped, after I’d given up looking, that we’d go back to how things used to be, but I guess the damage had been done. And now I had practically devoted myself to my project and hadn’t called in months. I sat there in my studio, a glass of wine in hand, admiring the sculpture of my three beautiful, naked women. One woman lain at the feet of the other two as they stood over her, arms raised, and looking to the sky as if asking the gods why?!. All of three them, a glistening dark pewter colour, a simply beautiful vision and yet I didn’t know if I was finished. I certainly remembered how I’d begun…

Gilding Lilli

Thu, 29 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000

“Cousin? Will you be breaking fast with the family this morning?”

Lilliana scowled at the other, piqued by the disrespect. She was Princess Lilliana and the other merely the daughter of a duke. But she forced a small smile and replied as she had every morning this past, long month.

“No, thank you. Just some fruit and fresh water on the terrace, please.”

The other made a small bow and left.

The Opening

Wed, 09 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

“I’d like to take you home and get you plastered.”

Jan barked out a laugh.

Henry you don’t have to get me drunk to have your way with me.

True, they hadn’t slept together, but they were at that point and tonight was as good as any. Besides work had been hell and she hadn’t tied one on in a long time. Still, if she was going to have sex she’d like to remember it.

First-Hand History 2

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

continued from part one

Part Two

“Ok, looks good. Fan out in pairs and get started. I’ll watch for sentries.”

Nodding, the others fanned out silently. Watching them go, Melissa Roberts sighed with relief. On her first, nearly disastrous, trip to Egypt’s past, she’d come alone. This time, she’d brought a team. This meant support, even if it did require a certain loss of modesty.

Glancing down at herself, Melissa shook her head ruefully. In the interest of speed and security, it had been decided to send the team together all at once. With such a large send, the power demand was very nearly at the limits of the system, so in order to reduce demand, the team had been allowed nothing that would increase the mass of the send. Unfortunately, this included clothing. Basically, the entire team had arrived at their destination totally naked.

Sector 27

Tue, 02 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“…..last recorded ship in that sector was a probe ship like yours, crew of one, nearly a hundred years ago. No record of anyone returning from there, and no large scale expeditions. I guess there’s not much there to interest the ones with the big money.”

“Roger that, Control.” Lounging in the pilot’s seat, Sara Singleton idly punched the buttons to refine her course. “Any other info?”

“Not much. Several small ships have entered that sector over the past couple thousand years, but nothing about any of them making it back. I know you won’t abort, but be very careful in there, SuperSport.”

Living Doll 3: Amara Abandoned

Sun, 10 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Living Doll 2: Amara Abducted)_

Part 3: Amara Abandoned.

_This story is a sequel to “Living Doll: Model Amara” and ”Living Doll: Amara Abducted”– you will want to read that first!

I am a statue!

I am nothing but a piece of art in marble. Not “out of” but rather “inside”… A motionless inflexible object. But I don’t cry. - I have been standing here in the same position - in this pose - for seven days now. Alfred – the duke – left for France seven days ago. – I know the time because this time I am set up, outside in the open and I can see the sun rise, the sun set and people passby. Some look up at me while passing. A few stop to look closer and eventually read the brass plate on my plinth. It says I am Aphrodite in nude. I know because Alfred told me the day he changed my shell to this texture. Anyway, most people just hurry by without showing any interest at all.

Statuary Love

Wed, 16 Feb 2011 00:00:00 +0000

As she slipped the key into the lock, Trish glanced around furtively. As owner and general manager of this plant, she had every right to come in early. Still, considering what she had in mind, she really didn’t want to get caught.

Mythic Figures was a small company, operating only this one plant, and that with only one shift. Over the past couple years, Trish had found a comfortable niche for her company making custom statues and figures. It was their latest order that had her coming in early.

I Made a Mistake…

Wed, 14 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

My life has been full of ups and downs and at the moment I am enduring a down turn in my fortunes, but despite everything I have always had my interest in latex and bondage to see me through!

Latex for those that do not know it is normally a liquid that sets, but also can remain flexible. Garments of any kind can be made from it ranging from Batman’s capes and body armour, to a simple, tastefully cut skirt or a Mack to protect against the elements.

Jessica Darling Chapter 19: Moulding Jessica

Thu, 27 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 18_

Chapter 19: Moulding Jessica

Jessica stood in the center of the room, once again nude save for her silver jewelry. Her hair had been carefully placed in a loose bun, held together by two black lacquer chopsticks. It was the exact same style Jessica wore the night she first met Brulée, at the celebrity auction, and that fact hadn’t been lost on the investigator. It had dawned on Jessica that perhaps she, and not Heather, had been Brulée’s target all along.

Something Sweet

Sun, 18 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

The coffee was good and the little desert cake she had chosen was absolutely first rate, but then she had expected as much from such an old established bakery here in Warsaw. M took it all back,- not a bakery- their first order of business was chocolate. M didn’t eat as much chocolate as she craved… after all a moment on the lips and eternity of work in the gym to burn it off. Now days she would have a bit at certain times of the month just to make herself feel pampered but mostly it was on the “NO” list.

Chocolate

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Cheryl was what you’d call ‘Strictly Business’ and seldom ever wanted to deal with the likes of the Production aspects of Kay’s Confections, formerly a simple candy store now turned into a big corporation. She always wore the same drab colored suits day in and day out; just so that people were reminded she had no intention of not being taken seriously.

Cheryl’s job was supposed to involve Sales and Marketing, as well as to perform as acting Head of the Assets Committee. She was supposed to make sure the business ran like a business and not just some mom and pop candy store.

Living Canvas

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Art. I was going to be art. Not pose for art, not make my sad little attempts at drawings, but become part of a canvas, shaped and molded by a wondrous artist, as I’d only imagined before. The beautiful latex vac-bed lay before me, welcoming me to become part of it, to be molded, stilled, and framed for the evening before a crowd of rapt patrons. But no good story, and no good evening begins with the climax first.

Jessica Darling 3: Bad Cocoa!

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 2

Chapter 3: Bad Cocoa!

“Jessica! Come on! Let’s go meet her!” Heather tugged on Jessica’s arm, dragging her along to the anteroom behind the stage. This is where Brulée had retreated to after her “performance… apparently she is ‘spent’ from the effort of supporting the gala.” the gala chairwoman snorted in response to Jessica’s inquiry… “She is not taking visits from her ‘adoring’ public at this time is how it was explained to me when I went back there a few minutes ago.” “Heather, I can’t go back there! I’ve got nothing to do with this gala! They’re only borrowing the place from me!” Jessica was trying to politely dump Heather so she could head back to the stage for a closer look at that peculiar statue. “Jessica!” Heather planted a hard swat onto Jessica’s latex-clad ass “You OWN this fucking place! You can go anywhere you God-damned want to!!! Now let’s fucking GO!” Before Jessica could protest further, Heather had managed to pull her away from the base of the stage and resumed dragging her towards the anteroom behind the stage. “Guess I might as well meet the ‘illustrious’ Ms. Brulée now.” Jessica murmured under her breath as she watched Brulée’s assistants start to wheel ‘Model Behaviour’ off the stage. Jessica quickly switched roles with Heather, and with her buxom friend in tow, made a beeline backstage. That is, until they were stopped at the entrance to the anteroom by a rather muscular woman, clad in what could best be described as a rather skimpy silver gladiatrix outfit constructed entirely of skintight rubber and plastic. “I’m sorry? I don’t think I heard you right?” Jessica quizzed, what she assumed was one of Brulée’s bodyguards, as she struggled to maintain what was becoming a rapidly fleeting grip on her sense of calm. “I’m sorry, you’re not allowed back here. Madame Brulée is not taking visitors at this time. If you wish an autographed picture you can purchase them off her website.” The gladiatrix replied, her arms still folded across her chest. “Autograph? I’m not some Brulée fan-girl looking for a freakin’ autograph you steroid freak!” Jessica began to fume… “I am, I’d like an autograph…” Heather whispered from behind Jessica. “I own this fucking place! I’ll have Ms. Crème Brulée and her over-hyped, self-promoting, middle-aged drag-queen looking ass tossed out of here in a nanosecond if you don’t get out of my Goddamn way. NOW!!!” Jessica raged at the gladiatrix as she closed to about within a foot from the woman. Jessica had already queued up another verbal grenade in what was rapidly becoming one of Jessica’s rare venom-laced tirades and was about to launch it when the door to the anteroom violently swung open. “Cocoa!!! What the FUCK do you think you’re doing!!!” The gladiatrix snapped with military precision to rigid attention at Brulée’s roar. “That happens to be Miss Jessica Darling!!! Who just so happens to be our generous and gracious host this evening! I didn’t give you FUCKING permission to treat Jessica Darling like some kind of discount supermarket store denizen!!!” Brulée punctuated her point with a hard slap across the gladiatrix’s cheek. “I’m sorry Madam Brulée! Your instructions were clear that you were not to be disturbed! I was only trying to obey Madame’s…” her words were cut off by another, even harder, slap across her taught face delivered by Brulée. “I don’t care what you were fucking told!!! You were trained better than that!!! You don’t treat your Hostess with such blatant disrespect!!!” Brulée hissed as the gladiatrix named Cocoa backed away and took up a submissive posture. “Perhaps I need to remind you of that once we return home.” Brulée quickly closed in on her apologetic bodyguard and grabbed her by the braid of hair dangling from the back of her head. “You will beg forgiveness from your Hostess right this instant or I promise you that I will make you regret it!!!” Brulée growled as she shook Cocoa’s head violently. “Yes Madam!!!” the gladiatrix quickly replied as Brulée released her grip on her head. She seemingly instinctively lowered her head and dutifully turned to Jessica. Cocoa’s eyes never shifted their gaze from the floor a few inches in front of her feet and did as instructed: “Lady Darling, please forgive my failure to obey you Mistress. To atone for my failure I willingly submit myself to you for punishment.” The awkward silence that followed for several moments was finally broken with Heather uttering a hushed “Jesus!” Brulée shifted her gaze from her kowtowing bodyguard towards Jessica and her companion, her eyes finally returning the stare that Jessica had targeted onto Brulée since the moment she opened the anteroom door. “Ms. Darling! Please, please accept my sincerest apologies for the rude manner in which you and your friend were treated just now.” Brulée had regained her composure and returned to ‘show-woman’ mode. “My bodyguard only had my interests in mind. I get so many request for visits after a performance that I’ve had to impress a rather strict enforcement of my ’no-visitors’ policy lately.” “I gathered that from the response this evening” Jessica admitted. “If you wish, I will have Cocoa punished to your instructions.” Brulée reminded Jessica. “No. I think you’ve got that quite handled Ms. Brulée.” Jessica had no idea what ‘punishment’ meant to Brulée, but in Jessica’s private world it usually meant that she had disappointed her partner in some way and Jessica would be required to atone to her in some manner. Brulée dismissed the admonished gladiatrix, and invited Jessica in to chat. Heather, apparently an afterthought to Brulée, scurried in after Jessica just before Brulée shut the door. “And you are…” Brulée finally inquired of Heather as she began to help herself to one of the many glasses of chilled champagne sitting on an anteroom side table. “Oh…” Heather stammered “Miss Brulée! I’m so happy to meet you! Heather Jensen! I’m a big fan of yours!” Jessica rolled her eyes as she watched Heather do everything but curtsy. “Ah…. yes…. Ms. Jensen!” Brulée began to comprehend. “I know of your work… quite ‘imaginative’ if I remember correctly. You certainly are well-known in your profession!” Brulée’s attitude towards the porn star brightened as her mental notes on Heather came into focus. ‘Imaginative’ to Brulée meant that Heather Jensen had developed a reputation in the porn industry for doing very ‘creative’ things in her movies, particularly in her fetish offerings. “Thank you!” Heather smiled. “I was hoping to meet you tonight! I wanted to talk with you about modeling for you!” “Modeling for me? I’m not sure… I’ve very selective about whom I extend the privilege to.” Brulée feigned flattery before she appeared to reconsider. “Hmmm… well…. let’s see….” Brulée began to walk around the starlet as she began to scan her repeatedly from head to toe and back again, apparently to assess her ‘suitability’ for her purposes. After a few moments, Brulée stepped back and commanded Heather: “Drop your dress.” Heather didn’t hesitate for an instant, and seemingly within seconds had undone the four large buckles on the front of her dress, wiggled out of it, and dropped it to the floor, leaving her completely nude in the center of the anteroom. “Mmmm…. nice…firm ass… solid legs… shaved…. breasts not too overdone…” Brulée had returned to her 360o scan of Jessica’s friend before she returned to her original position in front of Heather. “Show me your labia.” Was the next directive Brulée issued to Heather. For Heather, this ordinarily would have been a normal request. She had to show herself in auditions and shoots before. But she hesitated in this instance. “I asked you to show me your pussy. I must assess every aspect of my potential models my dear Ms. Jensen. It provides me with insights into how I can best use them to support my works.” Brulée impatiently explained. Heather quickly plopped herself down on the ottoman next to Brulée, seductively raised both her long legs into the air and spread them as if she were performing one of her gentleman’s club ‘dance’ routines. Brulée reached down between Heather’s open legs and lightly manipulated her lips, moving them around as if she were conduction a cursory medical examination before she stood back up and directed Heather to put her dress back on. “I see promise my dear.” Brulée decided as Heather shimmied her way back into her tight latex dress. “I can think of a several poses you would be a candidate for my sweet.” “Think so? That’s so awesome! I’d be honored to pose for you Miss Brulée.” Heather giggled as she finished buckling the front of her dress. “I’ll direct my personal secretary to contact you in the next few weeks to set something up.” Brulée concluded, as she finally turned her attention to Jessica. “And Ms. Darling! What can I possibly do for you? Perhaps you’d like to pose for me as well? You certainly look delicious in that outfit of yours.” “No… I’m not much of the model type.” Jessica returned. “I’d like to thank you for helping to make this gala such a big success. But I’d particularly like to know more about how you made the greeters that met everyone in the hallway and your experiences with Linda Cardinalli.” “Well, I’m sure this little gala would have been just as successful without my contribution.” Brulée replied unconvincingly. “I’m just an artist who happens to have a pulse on what her audience wants.” Brulée retrieved a glass of champagne and sat down in the opulent chair in next to the fireplace. Jessica noticed that although Brulée had removed her platform boots long before their entrance into the room, she was still several inches taller than her and thus felt a little relief when Brulée sat down. Even with Jessica’s martial arts training, she wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight in her rather restrictive outfit compared to Brulée. It was then that Jessica also noticed something peculiar about Brulée’s latex catsuit: It didn’t appear to have any visible seams. “Oh, I’m certain of that as well…” - Jessica goaded Brulée - “but that statue of yours certainly impressed someone this evening and certainly managed to fetch a tidy sum.” Jessica attempted to refocus the conversation onto her desire to learn more about the elusive Brulée and the auctioned piece. “Well… I suppose it is one of my best efforts so far” Brulée dismissed, accompanied by a wave of her hand. “I really couldn’t say myself; I’m not nearly as familiar with your work as Heather is.” Jessica continued. “But from what I could see of it I must say that the level of detail is amazing! Just what is it made of?” “Its a combination of media my dear Ms. Darling, all my own inventions and quite proprietary in nature. But, I’ll tell you that this particular work is a mixed media effort of a special resin and a composite plaster-like substance.” Brulée teased Jessica with only the barest information in what was evolving into a verbal fencing match. “And Ms. Cardinalli…” Jessica thrust her next question into Brulée’s defenses: “I wasn’t aware that she had disappeared. Just how recent was her session with you?” Brulée straightened in her chair slightly as Jessica’s investigative instincts began to assert themselves. “Well Ms. Darling…” Brulée parried “When one is as integral a part of the celebrity world as I am, you hear many things that the average person is not aware of. Or even necessarily true for that matter.” Jessica was about to execute her counter to Brulée’s weak reposte when a knock on the anteroom door interrupted the match. “My Lady?” A petite short-haired blond in a latex schoolgirl outfit and black patent leather oxford pumps with, what Jessica visually measured as, 5" heels stood in the doorway. “Yes Taffy? What is it?” Brulée inquired, her voice dripping with impatience at the intrusion, as she held her gaze on Jessica. “Crème, the plane is ready at the airport, we can leave the moment you are ready.” the blond sheepishly informed the seated artist. “Very well Taffy. Inform everyone that I’ll be leaving now.” Brulée responded as she dismissed the blond with a waive of her hand. “Well Ms. Darling…” Brulée rose to her feet. “As you hear, people are waiting for me, and I’m quite tired from all my efforts this evening. So, again, I’d like to truly thank you for your gracious hospitality and compliment you on maintaining such a quaint estate. I especially appreciated the champagne you provided. Its quite delicious.” “Oh, you’re quite welcome Ms. Brulée. It was the least I could do for a worthy cause. And I thank you for the compliment, champagne is a recent expansion for our ‘quaint’ winery, and this is the first vintage we’ve released. I’ll see that a case or two are sent to you.” Jessica offered a polite smile and began to walk towards the door. “And don’t forget about the modeling session?” Heather reminded Brulée as she scurried to follow Jessica. “Oh, absolutely my dear. I’ll direct my staff to contact you soon.” Brulée replied before she shut and locked the door behind her just departed guests.

Jessica Darling 2: You Call This 'Model Behaviour'?

Sun, 05 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 1

Chapter 2: You Call This ‘Model Behaviour’?

Jessica thought it was a little odd when Antonia mentioned she had reserved a limo to take Jessica to the gala, especially since the winery’s banquet facilities on the estate was only about a mile away from the house. But given the tightness of Jessica’s skirt and the somewhat limited mobility it and the corset allowed, she understood as Antonia and helped her settle into the car and send her on her way.

Something Sweet

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

from the 2007 Halloween special

The coffee was good ! and the little desert cake She had chosen was absolutely first rate, but then She had expected as much from such an old established bakery here in Warsaw. M took it all back,- not a bakery- their first order of business was chocolate. M didn’t eat as much chocolate as She craved. . after all a moment on the lips and eternity of work in the gym to burn it off . Now a days She would have a bit at certain times of the month just to make herself feel pampered but mostly it was on the “NO” list.

The Rubber Gallery

Sat, 19 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The life of an art student can be difficult. Anna came to Berlin from a remote part of Germany to study at the reputed academy of arts. She had exhausted her financial reserves and the cost of living in a city was much higher than she expected. Every Saturday she flicked through the small ads section of the papers in the hope of finding a job and thereby improving her financial situation. Mostly, these were very badly paid restaurant jobs, but now and then she would manage to find some more lucrative modelling work. Anna had a perfect figure; long legs, small waist, well-proportioned hips, firm round breasts, a slim neck and good facial bone structure. She liked putting herself on display and didn’t mind posing naked, which was appreciated by photographers.

The Path to Slavery

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

CH 1 - The Shop

Chloe was an average 21-year-old lady but of Swedish origin her body was like a Greek goddess’. Men drooled over her 5'11" body her 36c-24-35 curves, lovely green eyes, luscious golden tan and her very sexy seductive Swedish accent. She lived in a normal house and drove a BMW Z3 in blinding yellow. She was a single spirit and men loved her for it. She would always go to the clubs wearing knee high boots, a short skirt and a low cut Morgan top. She had heard all the chat up lines and all the pulling methods she had fucked about 7 blokes and 2 women. A friend once suggested she should try fetish wear like rubber but she hated it and never tried it again.

The Statue

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

Dave and Cherie planned to get married. Dave was an amateur mime act who had the knack of becoming a statue by remaining perfectly still for hours. Cherie was a computer programmer. She earned a lot more than Dave. His main job as self employed was as an electrician.

Dave had no work going so decided that he would go to Edinburgh and appear in the street as a statue. “They make a lot of money during the festival” he told Cherie. Cherie said she would not go, but if that is what he wanted, then she would not stop him.

My Long Weekend

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

I was going to spend a weekend away in the hands of a total stranger, I wouldn’t be able to stop him from doing whatever he liked to me. I was to be his bound plaything and this was of my own choosing…

The week started out as normal, going to work, shopping etc. But I had been planning for this coming weekend for months. I had booked myself for some severe bondage at the hands of a stranger, he’d advertised on the web and had been recommended to me by a friend who’d ‘used his services’! I was very eager to get started but I also had great apprehension about what lay ahead of me. What was this guy like? Would he be gentle or harsh with me? Could I trust him?

The Witching Hour

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

Before we get into my sad tale, you need to have a little background information. My name is Ted. I am a 33 year old, self employed, engineer consultant. I am tall, 6-4, about 250 lbs., blue eyes with an athletic figure. I have always been interested in bondage from as far back as I could remember. I had always been interested in being put in bondage mummification. I tried several times but could only do the job about half way and it was not satisfactory. I was left to do my self bondage games most of the time. I was lucky. For the last 6 months I had been going with a lady named Linda.

The Rubber Country2

Mon, 08 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Feedback is VERY welcome. Tell me what you think. This is fiction. Its just a fairy tale. A tale for adults who are openminded for topics like sex, s&m, rubber and feet fetishes. If you are offended by such things, DONT continue reading NOW. All others, enjoy and drop me a line.

The Rubber Lottery

Sandra was beginning to get used to her “new life”. Since she had been put into the fitness program, she had been lucky so far and didn’t have to spend another day in the rubber incubator. (see story “part one ” for details) She really was making good progress and in a few weeks her training would no longer be a duty. Since she first met Chrissy at the fitness club they now had became friends.

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!”

A Work of Art 2

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

The sequel to ‘A Work Of Art’ is complete along with three possible endings. I would like to have your readers vote on the ending they like best, contact me on my blog Fesseln’s Fiction and let me know which ending is best.

Part 2

The word ‘punished’ sent cold shivers through Eileen’s entire body. Her imaginative mind pictured the various things that Mark could do to her and had done to her in the past. None of those things, however, she feared were to be her real punishment for cumming without permission. Whatever her punishment was to be, she knew it would be creative, stimulating and torturous.

Latex Clothing Latex Doll

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

Beatrix was, by all accounts, a very happy woman as she got dressed for another day. After disciplining several of the more willful sluts over the last few weeks and making examples out of a few for good measure, she was satisfied that they now knew their roles in her home and would think twice before displeasing her. The raven haired dominatrix was about to put on her usual catsuit when she spotted a package lying on a table nearby. “Hmm… that’s right… I forgot to open this up yesterday when it arrived in the mail. It’s the new boots and gloves I ordered online from that fetish web site, " she muttered as she tore open the box and pulled out the items in question. Nodding in satisfaction as she ran her hands over the smooth surface of her purchases, the dominatrix quickly stripped off her outfit and put on the latex hose and gloves followed by her white high heels. Beatrix walked over to a large mirror at the opposite end of the room and admired herself in the mirror. Of course, the mirror itself was yet another punishment the dominatrix had handed out to staff who had disobeyed her rules. In this case, she had caught Delilah and Tiffany, two of the first servants she employed, in her room trying on some of her outfits without Beatrix’s permission. To punish them, the cruel woman had them strip every stitch of clothes off their bodies before having them stand in a highly erotic pose back to back in the center of the room. Beatrix then took an aerosol can of gold paint and told the two they would be spending the next 24 hours posing as gold statues to remind them that things of value are to be admired and respected. After posing them with their backs arched, one arm hung seductively in the air and the other covering their respective pussies, Beatrix started to spray them with can after can of glittering gold covering the two from head to toe. Of course, Delilah and Tiffany realized too late that the coating was turning their entire bodies to gold. The look of horror on each of their faces when they realized the truth brought immense satisfaction to the cruel dominatrix, who got a large pane of glass out of her closet while waiting for the change to near completion. When she thought the process was about to finish, she took the glass and wedged it down so that the golden women’s ass cheeks would support it as well as give it an attractive and erotic framing. She then set it where she could gaze into it on a daily basis when dressing and be reminded how bad servants should be treated. “Well, should I go with the push-up corset or go with my black and red ‘punishment’ outfit for today? " Beatrix mused out loud as she looked through her closet. She had just picked out what she wanted to wear when she heard the approach of an unexpected vehicle at the front of the house. Pulling the curtain back on her bedroom window, the dominatrix saw two men get out of what was clearly a local police car and walk towards the front door. Seconds later, the doorbell chime sounded announcing the police’s arrival at the house. “DAMN !!! Just when I was going to do my daily disciplining of my servants, this has to happen. I wonder what they want with me anyway…. " Beatrix muttered to herself as she pulled on a satin blue bath robe. She decided to talk to the police right away rather than have snooping around and find things that would require more explanations. The dominatrix checked to make sure the robe covered up her nearly nude body before she headed out of the bedroom to talk to her guests. “….and I must admit I’m a little surprised that your superiors didn’t call me ahead of time so it would save you two the trouble of coming all the way out here, " Beatrix said serenely as she sipped her coffee and looked at the men seated across from her, Detectives Bouseau and Combs. “Well, our boss thought a personal visit to your home would clarify the whole situation about your niece Janice Delorteaux coming to live with you next week. It seems some of your relatives have complained that you live a deviant lifestyle which would have a detrimental effect on her way of thinking, " Bouseau said while looking around the expensively decorated living room. “My niece is 21 years old so I think she’s a little too old to be influenced by anybody’s lifestyle. Besides, I think the word ‘deviant’ would hardly apply to the way the way I live my life. While it’s true that I tend to dress more flamboyantly than some people are comfortable with, I also employee a large amount of local women as part of my staff and give generously to the local charities, " Beatrix said smoothly while smoothing out her left latex boot with her hands. “Yes, those are certainly not deviant practices. Nevertheless, we must…OOOFF!!…” Bouseau started to speak again before tripping on the imitation bear rug lying on the floor and stumbling into the large cabinet which fell backwards as a result of his weight. The cabinet fell into a set of doors leading outside causing the glass to shatter and fly everywhere which included into the side of a huge fish tank. The tank shattered sending water everywhere and fish flopping around on the water soaked rugs. “Clumsy fool!” Combs muttered at his colleague, who was busy picking himself up from the middle of the disaster he had created. He turned his attention back to Beatrix, whose expression was one tinged with shock, surprise and horror. “My apologies, Miss Beatrix, for the accident. If you’ll send the bill for the damages to the police HQ, I’m sure my superiors will take care of it,” he said with an apologetic tone. The detective then stood up and motioned his colleague towards him before looking at Beatrix once again. “Well, ma’am, we shall be going. If we need to speak with you again, I’ll try and make sure our superiors call ahead next time. Bouseau, let’s go!” he said trying to avoid any difficulties for now. The dominatrix watched with a smug satisfaction as the two men hurried out the door and off her property with great speed. “Well, that turned out better than I expected.. no awkward questions about missing staff… and they didn’t press me about my lifestyle. Of course, that idiot Bouseau is lucky he wasn’t one of my staff members when he caused this catastrophe. If he was, he’d be up on the wall as my latest object d’art….” she thought to herself as she looked over the broken glass and shattered wood before here. After summoning two of her staff, Beatrix sat down in a nearby chair and contemplated her day’s schedule. Sniffing the air, the dominatrix detected the odor of soup emanating from the kitchen area. “If Nina adds the special ingredient I asked her to, this should be a very memorable dinner indeed… " the woman said with a soft sinister laugh out loud.

Sculptress & Art

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

Julie woke up, groggy and wondering where she was. The last thing she remembered, she and her roommate Kirsten had just gotten into Julie’s car to drive home from a movie, and Kirsten remarked that she smelled something funny. Now Julie was here. The room she was in was about 8 feet square, with 3 featureless walls. The fourth wall had a small niche in which was a basin about 2 feet square. Several bags of cement mix were stacked in the corner near the basin. In the center of the room was a large metal x-frame, to which Kirsten was attached, naked.