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Foreword Surprisingly, this has evolved in to a consensual story. Initially, I had considered the tried and tested, non consensual, automatic packaging theme. Perhaps I will still write a story along those lines. Although this is slightly out of character, I think it works well and there is still an element of reluctance. Anyway, enjoy. - Rubberwolf Chapter 1 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. ...

Author's Note: My second story. I keep mine short and to the point. Enjoy! It was Avery’s first day at college and she was brimming with excitement. She didn’t know anyone yet but she planned to make lots of friends. In high school she had been a straight-A student for all four years, and she hoped to do the same thing in college. She had selected her classes very carefully and had packed all of her classes into only two days. She didn’t have any classes this day but she wanted to check out all of the rooms she was going to be learning in. ...

Author's Note: Comments are appreciated. They’re fun to read, whether good or bad. :) Chapter 1 Here I am padlocked inside of a cage that I barely fit into, wrists cuffed behind my back with tight black leather cuffs, my ankles similarly cuffed, and a ring-gag fitted tightly in my mouth. To make it worse the cage is in the corner of a basement that has been converted into a dungeon, which belongs to a professional dominatrix that I’ve never even met before. I’ve been in here for almost two hours now and being on my knees with my body bent over so that my face is just centimetres from the ground has gotten extremely uncomfortable. The black latex catsuit that I’m wearing doesn’t do anything to relieve the discomfort either. It just makes me hot and sweaty, especially with the weather lately. I have no hope or raising the top half of my body or moving around, so I just stay in this position. A leather curtain has also been draped over the cage creating total darkness and adding further to the heat. Here’s how I got here. ...

Part One of Two Penny had taken the afternoon of work to meet with the rep. She was sitting in her living room on a chair facing the sofa where the rep sat sipping on a coffee. The rep put the coffee on a coaster on the coffee table opposite the sofa. Then she sat back crossing her long legs and reread her notes. “So let me get this right Miss Lawrence.” She glanced down at her notes again just to be sure. “You want Live_your_dreams.com to tie you up and gag you and then leave you to struggle for a couple of hours while you try to wriggle free? Then we come back in a couple of hours and release you should you not manage to get yourself loose? That’s it? It seems a very simple request.” ...

Author's Note: Unrealistic premise? Check. Unfathomably naive ‘victim’? Check. Tricksy sinister fetishist? Check. I do believe I have fulfilled the requirements for a fetish shop short story, and hopefully I did the trope some fresh justice. Dedicated to all the writers here who wrote the fun and sexy shop stories that were the inspiration for this one. Rory Baker owned a fetish shop. It had been her favorite dream during her horny teenage years. Oh, to be surrounded on all sides by sensual and erotic clothing and toys! To share that heady pleasure with the blushing submissives and braggadocious dominants, to revel in shared naughtiness and unspeakable fantasies! Upon getting her first extracurricular job she had started saving up for it. When her other friends had started going to college or getting married, she had picked up another job and even started camming for that extra bit of money. Her parents did not approve of her intended line of work, so all she saved was all she got. Their excuse: besides being lewd and crude and completely sinful, it was a long shot, unfeasible, too risque and niche, especially for this part of the country. So, naturally, Rory had dedicated 100% of her spare income to dream no one else believed in. ...

Author's Note: Wife knows about the past Mistress session and wants involved. My old Mistress is sadistic and now she has both my wife and me My recently new wife “Samantha” of six months she knew of my kinks with past Mistresses without the details. We have played back and forth and as time goes by she’s starting to get into it more and more and even though I enjoy using her and having her tied at my deposal. Sam is ten years younger than me with mid length auburn hair and a great body. Sam doesn’t have to work so she hits the gym three times a week. She has great legs, a nice ass and a firm C chest I am a lucky guy. But I still enjoy being dominated past her means she tries but she would prefer the submissive side best and as I said she is really starting to get into it. I’m not sure how she would really act if she knew all that I have had done to me. About a month ago she started asking more questions about my past Mistresses and what we did during the session. I just told her some of what we did only way more intense I guess you had to be there. When is the last time you seen a Mistress? A while ago I said. After we have been married? No I said. Besides over the past year prior I only seen one and I have not seen her after our marriage. Do you miss her? What do you mean? Nothing I just know you like more than I can give you in that department and I enjoy receiving I just wondered what else there was. ...

Author's Note: This is the 14th installment of my ongoing series, “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com “Come on, I bet one phone call and we could get be in the Bahamas by dinner,” Andrea said as she sat and watched Zainab pack. “And as tempting as that is, you made me promise that I wouldn’t let you talk us out of going up to Megan’s place for Christmas,” she said without even breaking her stride. ...