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Among The Missing
M/f; latex; bondage; rubberdoll; reluct; X
Chapter 2
Sbf; M/f; latex; bondage; cons; X
Chapter 3
Sbf; latex; rubberdoll; cons; X
Chapter 4
M/f; latex; bond; cons; X
Chapter 5
M/f; F/f; D/s; latex; bond; cons; X
Chapter 6
M/f; F/f; D/s; latex; bond; cons; X
Chapter 7
M/f; bond; packaged; cons; X
Chapter 8
M/f; bond; packaged; encased; cons; X
Chapter 9
M/f; bond; latex; vac; susp; cage; cons; X
Chapter 10
M/f; bond; latex; pony; cons/reluct; X
Chapter 11
F/f; FF/m; corsets; bond; latex; pony; cons/reluct; X
Chapter 12
FF/m+; F/f; bond; latex; pony; bdsm; elect; machine; toys; cons/reluct; X
Chapter 13 - Final
F/ff; bond; latex; bdsm; elect; machine; fairy; doggy; toys; cons/reluct; X |
Approaching the girl,
he wrapped the long skirt around her so that the upper half of the garment
sat snugly around her tightly constricted, eighteen inch, waste.
Reaching behind her he secured the two corners of the garment with poppers,
before stepping back fussing over the skirt so that it hung loosely down
the girls’ legs, falling below the lower rim of the cone. Next he
stepped around the girl and secured the poppers that ran down the back
of the skirt which now looked like a rather large, crème puff style
wedding dress.
As she opened the door, her senses
were overwhelmed by the smell of rubber and Ann stood motionless for several
seconds, gazing an awe at the contents of the wardrobe, before reaching
a tentative hand out to stroke one of the garments. Ann stepped forward
and began rummaging through the wardrobe like an excited child on her birthday.
There were cat suits, dresses, short skirts, long skirts, shoes and boots
with lethal looking spikes for heals, face masks, gloves, stockings.
Her mind swam with all of the possibilities that the wardrobe presented.
Taking a deep breath she stepped back, closed the door and tried to control
her pulse as she stared at the second wardrobe. Ann had not realized
that she could be so turned on by this stuff. However, after only
a moment’s hesitation, she reached for the handle on the second wardrobe |
Invitation
to a Fetish Party
M/f, rubber doll, bondage, latex;
boxed; reluctant/nc; X |
Victoria was not sure
what to expect when Matt asked to join him at a fetish party. She
knew that he had some definite kinks; it was one of the things that attracted
her to him. They had met a few months ago at a party held by a mutual
friend. She had found him witty, charming and very good company.
Although she would not call herself promiscuous, she had found herself
leaving her telephone number on his bedside table the following morning,
still smiling over the antics of the night before. |
Perfume
M/f; latex; bondage; mummysack; cons/nc;
X |
Becky loved her time at
the chateaux, especially the evenings. Anthon would create the most
wonderful food and then they would make love, with Becky tied in some obscure
fashion. She had been strapped to his bed, tied to roof beams, or
bent over chairs. She had been spanked, had all of her orifices filled,
by Anthon, dildos, or even vegetables. She had not realized that
she could be so wanton, or perverted. She luxuriated in the feel
of tight bondage and was amazed at how much she loved to be beaten.
To Becky’s disappointment, she found that her time with Anthon was nearly
over and that she would soon have to head back to life of board rooms and
hours spent in the company car, on one errand, or another. |
Special
D
MF/f; bondage; packing crate; delivery;
rubber; cons/nc; XX |
Diane Chambers wracked
her brains for the umpteenth time as she stare in frustration at the Blanc
doodles on her not pad and the frustratingly uninspiring suggestions regurgitated
by her search engine. She reached for her coffee. Pulling a
sour face, she returned the cup and its stone cold contents to the computer
table. It was only a few days until Valentines Day and she still
did not have the faintest idea of what to buy. It really was a cliché,
but what do you buy the man who has everything? |
Working
Late
Sbf; latex; F/f; bondage; rubberdoll;
packaged; kidnap; enclosed; cons; X |
At nineteen, most girls
of Nicole’s age would have been horrified by having to work in a rubber
doll factory. Unlike most girls however, Nicole was not bothered
at all by the products that her company sold. It certainly gave her
something to talk about at parties. The looks of shock and disbelief
that come over people’s faces. It is not so much what she does at
the factory. After all, an accounts assistant is hardly scandalous.
But as soon as she mentions that she works for “Rubberdoll’s”, the look
of boredom that typically glazes peoples faces at the mention of accounts,
suddenly transforms in to one of astonishment and disbelief. |
Working
Late 2
- Temp to Perm
F/f; latex; kidnap; bondage; rubberdoll;
packaged; nc; X |
Julie had enjoyed a productive
summer. In fact, the past year had rushed by in a blur which, upon
reflection, seemed to consist of her rushing to classes, or staying up
until two or three in the morning working on assignments, fuelled by strong
coffee (Dark roast, percolated on her stove in a steel coffee pot which
produced the sort of thick, strong, rocket fuel essential to late night
study.) or beer. After her assignments had been handed in, or she
had sat an exam, there would inevitably be a party, several of which she
only just remembered, the precise details of which had been eradicated
through the excess of beer and dope that accompanied such occasions. |
The
Rocky Road to Ruin
FF/f; drugged; bond; bdsm; toys; forced; nc; XX |
For those of you that have
visited the Gromets Plaza Forum, you may be aware that I occasionally attend
the Rocky Horror show. This piece is written with that great stage
production in mind. I have written this story for a competition held
on Gromets site, where the brief states that the hero/heroine should visit
the sponsors fetish shop and create a story of their adventures.
What better excuse to visit a fetish clothing shop than the Rocky?
Having read the rules, as stipulated, I then visited the link to the shops
web site and found the perfect outfit that would match the shows final
confrontation scene perfectly. So, this is a story about a stage
show and the possibilities that may result from a chance encounter.
Although I did not meet the deadline for the competition, I thought I would
write the story anyway. |
A Fitting Mount
other/f; bond; nc; pony; X
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Goodwife struggled to
rise, but it was not easy. Her
arms were secured behind her back somehow by leather straps, so that her
elbows touched. Her hands were
attached to a leather corset, by cuffs on either side of her waist.
Although corsets were common to the women of Ankh Morpork, none were as
tightly binding as this one. Her
waist had been squeezed to minuscule proportions, while at the same time her
bust seemed enormous. As if this
were not enough to restrict her, she wore strange gloves which forced her
hands into fists. These gloves
also had a strange dark bone like substance, giving her hands the shape and
appearance of hooves. She also
wore a strange series of straps around her breasts that formed a strange
outline to her naked bust (Leather strap bra). |
How Lisa Learnt to Sleep Standing Up
Mff/f; bond; pony; leather; blkml; nc; X |
Lisa had to admit that
the workmanship was excellent. Although
she knew, because Richard explained how they were made, one would not be able
to tell that these had been anything other than these strange hoof boots.
Additional buckles had been added to the side of the boot to offer
support. One side effect of this,
given the thickness of the leather used, was that it was impossible to bend
the leg at the knee, once the buckles were fastened.
Lisa commented on this and watched with growing concern as the next
item was fitted and explained with what she considered an unhealthy obsessive
ness. However, she had agreed to
this and it might damage her relationship with the children if she went back
on her word how. |
Link
MM/ff; bd; pony; preg; nc; XX |
Baal and Ashur crept into the strangers camp. By
now they knew the strangers habits and patterns.
They also knew what their noses had told them on that first morning.
These were females. Baal had
missed the matings that he had participated in and these, while ugly, were still
an outcasts prayer. They might also
be the answer to another prayer, but that remained to be seen.
From their hiding place, they had watched and noted and learnt.
Now they would see.
Jenny awoke from her sleep as her companion screamed.
Something heavy landed on her and large fingers groped at her sleeping
bag.
“What the…. Lights.
Security proto…Mphhh,” she gasped as the air was forced from her
lungs as a powerful arm pounded her stomach. |
The Virtues of Recycling
F/f; bond; catfight; bagged; dumped; garbage; encase; nc; X |
I have wanted to write a garbage story since Gromet first put this category on the site. I didn’t know quite how it would fit together, but the outline eventually took shape. It can be a little rough in places, but I always wanted a cat fight in one of my stories, so…. This also reminds me of a girl I used to know. She liked to wear bin bags and get smothered in goop.
A classic tale of revenge, jealousy and betrayal with bondage, catfights and some messy fun thrown in. |
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