Alien Rubber
part one
Alien/mf; latex; envelope; bond; mudpit; reluct/cons; X
part two
Alien/mf; latex; bond; enclosure; fem; reluct/cons; X
part three
Alien/mf; latex; bond; enclosure; bagged; enslaved; cons; X |
The
night sky was ablaze as the falling meteorite streaked from east to west.
People in Washington looked up in amazement as the night turned briefly
to day. The afterglow of the debris trail marked the passage of the
object. Over the Virginia countryside, Kentucky, Missouri, and Kansas,
people stopped in their tracks to note the passing nocturnal marvel.
Air travel was disrupted as startled pilots took evasive action to avoid
first the streaking light and the trail left behind. 911 centers
from the Atlantic coast to the Rocky Mountain foothills of Colorado were
overwhelmed by calls. An event of truly cosmic proportions was in
the works. |
Bitter Revenge
F/mf; latex; bondage; enclosed; cons/nc; XX |
Sarah
had left him hanging over the bed. He was dressed in his favorite catsuit. Tight rubber hugged his entire body. The thick skin
squeezed him in its hot grip. His arms and neck locked in restraints;
his ankles shackled to the overhead suspension device and as a final insult
her suit that he loved so much sealed over his head and hanging beneath
him. He remembered seeing the suitcases at the door just before she
pulled her suit over his head and closed the zip over his protests.
She had left him in this predicament with the obvious intent to terminate
his life while encased in his favorite fetish and bondage gear. |
Black Widow
F/m; latex; bondage; n/c-reluct; bdsm; XX |
I'm
a sports nut. I love sports. Baseball, basketball, football;
I like them all and more. I also owe about $25,000 to two local bookmakers
because my teams have let me down of late. Now I am desperate.
I need a big score and I think I have found the play. Only I can't
use my regular books. They won't give me any more markers.
Desperation begets desperate choices. I am now about to pay a visit
to "The Black Widow." She is notorious even among the books.
Marks disappear if they don't pay back her vig, interest, and principle
on time. She takes no excuse. They just simply disappear. |
Carla's Journey
part one
F/f; latex; bondage; reluct/cons; slave; XX
part two
M/f; latex; bondage; cons; slave; entombed; XX
part three
F/f; latex; bondage; reluct/cons; slave; entombed; XX |
The
woman walked up to Carla and strapped a gag to her face. Next she
walked to a curtain in the wall opposite Carla and pulled a lanyard, opening
the curtain. A mirror let Carla see herself for the first time. She
was dressed from head to toe in a rubber suit. The hood about her
head had a small oval opening for her mouth, nose and eyes. Otherwise
she was entirely encased in the shiny black material. Tubes ran from
her crotch and backside. They were attached to something like a catheter.
Two more tubes were attached to the nipples of her breast cups. These
led to a silver machine with a bright LED readout. Additional wire
connected the machine to a spot next to the tube coming from her crotch.
The area at her crotch seemed to have reinforcing to hold the dildo snugly
inside her tender pussy. As she surveyed her situation, she tried
to scream. The gag effectively cut her scream off into a muffled
grunt. |
| The
Challenge
F/f; latex; enclosure; slave; cons; XX |
Sister
Margaret, Latex Nun of the Sixth Degree, held the title of Sister Superior.
She had been unchallenged in the position for almost a year. Only Sisters
in the highest Degree of Latex in the Order could challenge the Sister
Superior. Now a new Sister of the Sixth Degree had the temerity to challenge
Sister Margaret for the title. She studied the carefully lettered challenge
note before preparing her defense for the Council. She chose to answer
each charge directly and with evidence in the form of supporting documents
and photographs. |
| The
Chamber and the Pool
Machine/m; latex; bond; encased; reluct; X |
Adam
was panting hard as he rounded the corner and leaned against the wall.
The alley was in shadow while beyond the corner, the street lamp near the
corner lighted the main road brightly. Maybe, just maybe his pursuer would
miss his body pressed against the wall. He willed his breathing to stop
as pounding footfalls approached. The interval between steps slowed as
the trot dropped to a walk and finally stopped. Just beyond the alley entrance,
Adam saw the shadow of a mechanoid, created by the streetlamp, reach across
the front of the alley. The shadow lengthened as its owner slowly reached
the corner of the building. Adam held his breath. A dark figure appeared
magically from the sharp building edge and paused at the alley. Adam saw
the shadow front-on in dark silhouette and willed himself to see the photo-optical
receptors of the beast peering into the darkness. |
Cyber
Bound Games
sbm; latex; M/f; cons; X |
Earlier
in the week, I had received an overnight package from Lhina. I opened
the package to find a combination vibrating cock ring, cock and ball sheath
brief. Control wires from the base of the sheath/ring entered what
appeared to be standard paging device. The sheath was open ended
and the entire device would slip snugly over my cock and ball sheath attached
to the first catsuit I would put on for the appointment. A short note in
elegant handwriting explained the need to put this brief and sheath on
prior to dressing in my "normal" surfing attire. I noticed that the
pager had been sealed around its edges and was certainly watertight. |
Doctor
Leytecks
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
M/mf; latex; bondage; vacuum; mudplay;
kidnap; reluct/cons; XX |
The
Westman College of British Columbia is seeking couples to participate in
a planned community research project. The project will be conducted
as part of a grant from the Province of British Columbia to study the feasibility
of closed community living in isolated regions. Social behavior patterns
and community planning options will be evaluated for feasibility in establishing
productive community systems in resource rich areas in northern Canada.
Participants will be asked to accept difficulties associated with isolated
living conditions in which a community of 150 people will be asked to perform
duties to maintain services and produce goods to support the community
needs. |
| Executive
Decision |
I
stopped and picked up some stockings. Drawing the stocking up my leg soon
encased my long shapely limbs in the silky embrace of rubber. I worked
on the love spot some more. Now I wondered what was taking Brad so long.
He seemed to be taking his time about putting the food away. I fondled
one of the full suits and took it in my hand. A slip of paper fell from
the folds. I picked it up and read the note. "If you want to try it, the
powder will do wonders for getting it on." |
| Grand
Prize |
Where
was she getting all these rubber toys? How did she know what to do with
them? The limp rubber came to life as she pumped it full, filling my mouth
in rubber and pressing the tongue to the floor of the mouth. I could only
mmmppphhh into the gag as she cuffed my wrists and legs together. I heard
the snap of a lock above me ears. "All locked and packaged in rubber and
ready for fun," she said with a wicked laugh. She rolled me on my back,
unzipped the crotch of the new suit and I sprang forth in full glory. She
slowly dropped her hot rubber encased pussy onto me and I felt the warmth
envelope me in heaven. She began to slowly ride my rock-hard cock. Her
vaginal muscles pulsed rhythmically as she used me for her pleasure. |
Halloween
featuring Loni & Jo
FF/m; latex; fem; bondage; cons; X |
"Jo,
it's a Halloween party," Loni exhorted.
"I know, but I'm not sure about these
costumes," Jo said.
"These" costumes were Batgirl and
Catwoman outfits made entirely of latex, much like their movie counterparts.
"Jo, you wear latex around the store
all the time."
"Sure but the store is different.
I mean people come into the store expecting fetish and I don't mind giving
it to them. It's part of the atmosphere."
"These costumes aren't 'fetish',"
Loni did a Dr. Evil quote sign as she said it. "They're just like the costumes
in the movie. People will marvel at how we got such realistic costumes." |
| Jenny's
Last Fantasy |
Jenny
was trapped. She was hopelessly ensnared in the life of a rubber submissive.
The only problem was that her Rubber Master, Shane, had tired of her and
summarily dumped her on the street. Now she was alone. She had a place
to live and a decent job but she missed rubber and the enthralling memories
attached to it. Man, or in her case woman, does not live on bread alone
as the old saying went. In the depths of her depression, she had taken
the extraordinary step to place an advertisement in one of those "looking
for" personals on a rubber/S&M website. For weeks she checked
her e-mail for any responses to her ad. The mail mocked her each day. Spam
and the occasional, "How are you?" letter from one of her friends was all
she received. Out of habit Jenny logged onto the net and heard the familiar
tone that heralded new mail. She opened her mailbox and saw the mail from
an unknown sender...L8XDREAM@... Her heart skipped a beat and she felt
her chest tighten as she clicked on the open mail icon. |
Leather
& Lace
F/m; latex; bondage; cons; X |
I
am lost in my own little world, completely cut off from any outside stimulation.
I know where I am. I can imagine what the scene around me must be.
I feel the heat from the sun on me. Sweat trickles down my back.
I can feel the wet pooling at my feet, where I sit. The sensation
of perspiration tickling me as it slides between my skin and the tight
clothing isn’t unpleasant. The insistent pressure surrounding every
square millimeter of my body gives me protection. The anonymity of
my being strengthens me. I am in my alter ego, my changed state,
at peace within my confinement, and close to the edge of personal nirvana
imaginable. Call it karma. Call it my quest. Call it
my kink. All I know is I am here, bound in immobility, completely
lost in my thoughts and passions, totally under outside control, letting
another determine what happens next… |
| Lifetime
Guarantee |
David
stood in the cramped waiting room of Madame Ling's Pleasure Emporium. This
was his last to be his last night in the orient. Tomorrow he would be on
a 747, jetting back to his ordinary, mundane life in Boston. All his life
he had been enthralled by Asian women and had always dreamed of fulfilling
his submissive desires of submitting to a beautiful Asian dominatrix, but
the opportunity had never presented itself. Well that was all about to
change. He had vowed that his last night in Hong Kong would be memorable
one. |
| Linda's
Revenge |
Linda
returned to the room just as I was about to call her. She wordlessly came
to me and pulled the back closed. The heavy rubber about the waist shaped
my body into a smooth, flawless, hourglass figure. Linda closed the zipper
to the suit and drew the hood over my face. She finished zipping up the
suit and with fingers, adjusted the skin hugging material covering me.
My skin thrilled to the touch of her fingers and a warm glow spread over
my entire body. The cocooning latex warmed my whole body and I felt myself
yielding to the new sensation. I turned to face Linda. She put a hand to
my cheek and brushed the latex skin with her fingers. The light touch permeated
to my very soul and I wrapped my arms about her in a hug. She pulled the
velvet suit from her own body and pushed me to the nearby bed. |
|
Lisa Latex Fantasy |
Lisa
and Domina worked together in pulling the long skirted dress with long
sleeves onto me. The dress was a deep red and matched the shoes nicely.
Its high collar concealed the black of the suits underneath. The two women
pulled a gas mask hood over my head and tucked the neck skirt smoothly
beneath the dress before zipping the dress up. Then they locked the zipper
runner to a ring at the top of the zip. Finally a posture collar was added
over the dress collar and locked. I was now completely locked into the
clothes they had added and covered in six tight rubbery layers. "None of
the locks can be opened since we decided to use some of Lisa's locks with
super glue," Domina said. |
Latex
Jo
chapter 1 &
2
F/f; rbrbill/rbrbill/latex; vacuum;
cons; X
Latex
Jo's Indiscretion |
Jo
felt the cage lift her from the ground. Her bindings held her snuggly
and she was in no discomfort as the lift swung over the dipping vat.
The vat was a vessel about seven feet deep and about four feet in diameter.
The rings of the cage fit the vat perfectly and the victim dipped could
only accept the fate as the stuff slowly covered the naked skin.
The first dip and lift was completed and the electric overhead heaters
dried the skin. Jo felt the tightening as the stuff shrunk to her
form. It was so erotic to feel the press against every part of her
from the neck down. The thing dropped her into the vat a second time.
Again she felt the warmth of the drying and the tightening grip of rubber.
She noticed that this latex dried to a shiny full red. She was pleased
to be a red rubber doll rather than black. The dipping continued
for hours. Jo lost track of ho many times she was dropped into and
lifted from the vat but each time made her skin a little bit thicker. |
Making
of a Latex Doll
Mistress Lhina & Rubberdoll
F/f; latex; bondage; cocoon; cons;
X |
Mistress
Lhina was unhappy. Some jerk had flirted with Rubberdoll at the Halloween
Party and the departure had been uncomfortable. Lhina explained her
relationship with Rubberdoll to the oaf but he refused to accept the idea
that such beautiful women could not possibly desire the company of a man.
He had pressed against Lhina's shiny corseted figure and she had felt his
hard manhood through the latex skin of her dress. Not that she didn't
occasionally desire the company of the male sex; it was just that she really
loved to be with Rubberdoll and she wanted her for herself this Halloween
eve. The lout was obviously hot. Lhina knew that her striking
figure in latex and Rubberdoll's tight latex maid outfit were the reason
for his arousal. |
Mannequin
R'doll
Mistress Lhina & Rubberdoll |
Mistress
Lhina unlocked the shop door and went inside. She removed her coat to reveal
the latex and leather beneath. Lhina believed in dressing the role. She
was encased in a full red latex body suit with feet and gloves. The smooth
latex suit was back entry so her entire front was flawlessly polished rubber
that hugged her exquisitely perfect body. A short black leather skirt with
a wide belt hugged her waist and hips. She wore a matching leather vest
that was open in front. The six-inch high heel red calf boots may have
placed her in the go-go sixties except for the shiny red latex of her legs
between the boot top and the skirt bottom. Mondays were always a favorite
day for Rubberdoll. Lhina was always generous to Doll after an exhausting,
though enjoyable, weekend of rubber fun. Lhina would rise early, as was
her custom, and head for the store, leaving Rubberdoll to sleep a few hours
extra. Doll was cozy in her bondage sack. The locks were on timer and set
to release her about ten. She was sleeping deeply and dreamlessly after
the long weekend. |
No
Bounds Esoteric Society
MF/mf; latex; sbm; bondage; enclosed;
slave; cons; X |
Sleep
came quickly. Exhausted from the day's exercises, I was asleep within
seconds. I had time to only ask myself, "How did I come to this?"
before the exhaustion took me. Maybe it was better this way.
Any thoughts of the before time were both useless and would just keep me
awake, cutting in on my precious few hours to rest before it all began
again. The cycle had repeated itself enough times now that I knew
the routine, six hours of sleep and 24 hours of merciless attention. How
many cycles I had gone through by now, I can't remember. I only know
that the cycles last 30 hours, 24 hours of endlessly exquisite torture
followed by the sleep. The torture is exquisite. |
Rbrbill’s Final Conversion
Part 1
Part 2
F/m; latex; slave; bond; bagged; reluct; XX |
I
noticed more details as I surveyed my plight. Silver rings protruded
from strategic parts of my shiny body. Rings at my wrists sat in
the center of obviously heavier reinforced rubber cuffs. Still the
smooth transition to the rest of the arm easily disguised the reinforced
connection point. Similar thick bands held rings at above my ankles.
My waist had a wide reinforced rubber belt with crotch supports and shoulder
straps similar to a parachute harness built into the suit with rings attached.
Again I marveled at the smooth transition of the outer material that effectively
hid the added implements from any but the most observant observer.
My cock quivered inside the multiple bands and rubber that hid its purple
enraged head, erect and ready. |
The Rubber Club
MF/mf; D/s; latex; bondage; cons; X |
Now
this was puzzling? I did not remember ordering anything from the Net and
I sure did not remember sending a credit card number to anyone either.
Perhaps someone I knew had sent me some gift, but for what. It was not
Christmas or my birthday. Curiosity gnawed at my brain as I carefully opened
the interior package. A clear plastic bag held a folded bundle of black
material. The soft shine of the item identified the material as rubber.
I turned the bundle in my hand. It was fairly heavy. Why would anyone send
me a rubber sheet? Since it was paid for I decided there was no harm in
opening the bag. I pulled the sealed edges apart, pulled the bundle from
the bag and let it unfold. Not a sheet but some sort of body suit spilled
from my arms to the floor. I could not help but stroke the soft latex material.
Another bag lay in the box. A note attached to it stated, "This goes on
first, if you dare to test the rubber world." |
|
The Secret |
"You're
mine now slave. Be silent and obey! You don't need to see. You only need
to feel, touch and respond to my every command! Now stand here for a moment."
I left him while I placed my hood. I decided to give him the full treatment
this first time. If he measured up, I knew that our life together would
be a constant adventure in latex. Returning to Curt I led him to the bed
and pushed him onto it. He seemed to be playing along by not resisting.
In about thirty seconds resistance would be impossible anyway. I took a
full enclosing body bag with a zipper along the entire back and spread
it beside him. "Now roll over on your stomach. I want to ride you a while."
Curt complied landing exactly in the middle of the bag . I sat on his buns
and began to rock myself back and forth. He began to groan and my own juices
flowed freely as my spot was excited even further. While still rocking,
I placed his feet squarely into the foot enclosures of the bag. With one
quick motion the zipper was closed to his ass. |
Shirley's
Conversion
MF/m; latex; slave; bondage; nc/cons;
X |
I
clicked on the e-mail button in the left corner of the site and the e-mail
window opened for me. I typed in the body of my message. I
reread it to make certain that everything was right. I clicked the
"OK" button and the secure screen with address and phone contact number
and credit card request appeared. I had reached this screen five
times before in the past two months and always hesitated. I resolved to
follow through this time. Our relationship was in need of serious
repair. My wife absolutely refused to consider any of my fantasies.
She wouldn't even try on the simplest item I requested. |
The Shuns
part one
part two
part three
part four
|
"Watch
out for the Shun out there. It's been there all day.
I can't understand why they don't stay in there own areas during the daytime."
"The Shun?" I asked.
"Yeah, convicted criminals and the
like. They don't have prisons anymore. Punishment is to shun."
"You just ignore them? And what
keeps them from more mischief?"
"I think you'll figure that out when
you see it. Be one with the whole." |
The Solution
MF/m; latex; cocoon; cons; X |
There
is no up. There is no down. I cannot tell any orientation.
The sameness pressing against me from every side fades to a constant that
I no longer notice. How long have I been in this cocoon? How
long will I remain in it? The rest periods are the hardest.
Minutes or hours of nothing, no sensory input other than the constant pressure
that successfully blends into thingness. The darkness over my eyes,
the lack of sound, the lack of any change in tactile stimulation, the constant
presence of the sweet, thick odor of raw rubber in my brain. I have
completely lost any sense of time. Have I been here for hours, days
or weeks? |
| Trip
to Atlanta |
Her
lithe limbs moved so effortlessly beneath the shiny rubber producing contrast
of light and shadow as she moved. Every movement was pure poetry in motion
and made this rubberist desire her company all the more. I was completely
aroused and the bulge beneath my suits was visibly apparent to her watchful
eyes."So you thought you were a lone rubberist at this hotel, did you?"
she smiled again. When Karen told me about what she found yesterday, I
knew I had to meet the guest who had a hangman's hood and opera gloves.
Of course, I had no idea you had so much more rubber with you. I just wish
she had told me yesterday and not this morning. |
Uncle Jim's Birthday Party
M/f; latex; cons; X |
I
always thought of myself as an in-control-of-my-life sort of person.
But that night when I let the triathlon suit carry me away in uncontrollable
orgasm, I was changed when it came to my sex life. Tommy learned
quickly that I would do just about anything to achieve a rubber orgasm
and he soon had me completely submissive in my sex life. He added
more suits and toys to my collection of rubber wear. I soon left
the triathlon suit behind as I lusted more for pure latex rubber.
I wanted to be enclosed in multiple layers. I wanted sensory deprivation
through blinding hoods and thick rubber over my ears. I wanted the
complete focus of my sexual energy applied to the tactile ecstasy of the
rubber on my skin and the vibrating rubber rods in my pussy and ass.
I became a complete submissive to latex loving. |
Tales from the Spring
1.Wedded Bliss
2.Walking in the Rain
3.The Party
4.Walk in the Rain
5.Weekend of Slavery
6.Diary of a Week in Heaven
|
These
pages tell the story of a love which is difficult to imagine. It is a love
based on trust, trust in oneself and one’s partner. The couple in this
story are two ordinary people who develop a bond based on mutual love for
each other. The love was kindled and nurtured through a courtship, promised
to last eternal in marriage vows, and consummated in a crucible of passion
which remains undying. The passion of love and exploration of new ways
of expressing that love of broadening horizons. |
| Palace
in the Clouds
|
The
separation was final. She left for Asia in one final explosion of rancor.
Divorce was out of the question but she told me that she
would never return. The marriage of over 20 years seemed to crumble
before my eyes. Well, the marriage had been crumbling for more than
10 years…my hobby just never quite fit into her idea of what normal people
did. She never took any fancy for it. She never wanted to try
any of the small items I obtained to introduce her to my hobby. She
never did more than look inside the suitcase once and wrinkle her nose
and brow in disgust. She accused me of being gay. She wanted to know
how such things could enhance my life. She often thought she had
failed me in some perverse way. She kept the feeling to herself for
all those year and as the kids left home she slowly pulled away from me…in
subtle ways at first but ever increasingly until she finally decided to
end it. Now she was gone. |
Answers in the Clouds
MF/mf; latex; Sbf; bond; mudpit; cons; X |
Eighteen months later a rather vengeful Patrice Fugleman
emerged from prison. She had been the target of many of the very acts that
she had planned on her birthday gift, Shirley Goodwin, aka Mistress Angelhina/Slave
35. Granted the tortures weren't as exquisite as she had planned. There
were no fixed facilities to be tied to, no latex suits to be encased in,
no rings or piercing studs to adorn the body. But four heavy dykes made
no trouble of stretching her open and subjecting her to repeated rapes
with broom handles and contraband strap-ons. They made good the time she
was in the prison and she nearly broke from her ordeal. Only the thought
of revenge against those bumbling Americans that had caused the imprisonment
of her father, his friends and most of all herself kept her sanity for
even so short a time as eighteen months. |
One More Wish
M/f; latex; bond; susp; enclosure; cons; XX |
The
straps on legs and thighs and the corset keep Julie immobilized.
The helper releases her arms and she lets them drop to her side.
Then Julie fingers her rubbery tits and shivers. The helper rolls
a mirror in front of Julie and Julie sees her transformation for the first
time. A shiny black figure stares back from the mirror. She’s
an image from a rubber fetishists dream. Only her bald head atop
the shiny black rubber mars the ebony perfection. Julie shivers again
and feels her arousal surge through her loins and gut. She actually
shivers in a mild orgasm as she looks at her stunning rubberized form.
The surge only increases her desire. She has one of those half cums
that only leave a woman wanting more. |
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