Latex

Chapter 1 - Interview with a Mistress Sarah pulled up in her car with some trepidation. She checked the address again; yes, this was the right number. She had been expecting somewhere nice, after all the ad had been for a maid and only someone very well off could afford a maid, but this place was a mansion with grounds surrounded by a imposing wall. Sarah was a pretty, slim girl of 18 with blonde hair that fell half way down her back. She wasn’t sure how she felt about applying for a maid’s position. The whole idea of maids seemed a bit anachronistic. But Sarah knew she needed money if she was going to apply for college next year since she wasn’t eligible for a scholarship and this position paid surprisingly well. ...

Prologue I am a slave. Let me clarify, I am a 24/7 consensual slave with my husband. I was ordered to write this by my Master, who happens to be my husband, Alex. (I am changing the names to protect the innocent…well, to keep a little anonymity that is). This ‘story’ is a history of our relationship to see the gradual change. You will see that I have gone from a completely independent woman, with a job and a career, needing no one, to a completely submissive slave that has permanent shackles on her neck and limbs in a few years. All in a progression of baby steps and wanting more and more as we BOTH grew into a BDSM relationship. ...

Author's Note: This is a different theme to my first story ‘A Model Worker’. Hope you like it, constructive criticism always welcomed. Chapter 1: In bondage no one can hear me scream Ba-dum … Ba-dum …. My heart is beating powerfully and fast. Ba-dum … Ba-dum …. Darkness. Endless darkness. My eyes are open yet I can see nothing. Ba-dum … Ba-dum …. Silence. I hear nothing outside of my own body. All I hear is my blood pumping through my veins and my laboured breathing whistling like a sirocco through my nostrils. ...

Author's Note: Just a quickie story for Halloween - enjoy! Barbara studied the pile of materials on the table suspiciously, arms crossed and a doubtful look on her pretty face. Tucking her blonde hair behind her left ear, she picked up one of the plastic/latex items and studied it even more closely, turning it this way and that, then finally put it down and addressed the man standing quietly on the opposite side of the table. ...

Author's Note: Story idea was inspired by a fan/ e-mail correspondent. Thanks, Mike! Happy Halloween and happy bondaging! She admired her shiny black skin-tight latex-attired, corseted, booted, hooded figure in her full-length mirror, posing from different angles, getting her full fill of her sexy, bad self. She smiled, smacking her tight, gleaming, beautifully-rounded ass, straining to look back over her shoulder in the long, tight, thick latex neck-corselet, a cigarette in her other latex-gloved hand, cocked back at shoulder height. ...

Author's Note: A great Halloween costume is a wonderful thing, but sometimes it is better to pick your own and not trust someone else. “One game of backgammon, if you win I will give you $10,000. If I win you will come to the Halloween party dressed as a pony, but in a costume that I will provide.” Sounds simple, sounds none threatening. For David $10,000 was nothing. For her it was huge, with the costs of school she was really struggling. Was this just his way of helping her out? And so what if she lost. She had been worried sick about how she was going to put together a costume that would match the people she expected to be at David’s party. ...

Introduction It was late evening on a Friday night when I finally made it to the bar. Nothing fancy, just a plain old sports bar stumbling distance from my house. The place was pretty crowded save for one empty seat at the bar. Obviously my day was about to get better as I sat down next to a gorgeous brunette with a stunning body. Perfectly proportioned, fantastic face, lovely long legs, nice breasts, a little small but nice, late twenties, early thirties maybe. She must have also been getting off work as she was still wearing nylons a medium length skirt and a fairly conservative blouse. ...

The man knew he was dreaming. It wasn’t just because he was standing in the middle of nothing, an endlessly flat white landscape that seemed to fade away whenever he focused on the horizon. It wasn’t just because the sky was just as grey and unnaturally empty as the ground. He knew that it was a dream because he couldn’t make himself care about how strange everything was. Intellectually, he knew what he was seeing was nonsensical. He didn’t seem to matter. It was almost like an out of body experience, except he was still in control of himself. ...

Author's Note: An extraordinarily masochistic newlywed spends her honeymoon vacation suffering terrible torture and cruel humiliation under the hands of her husband. This story features extreme cuckqueaning and over-the-top BDSM. It is purely fantasy. “Good morning, honey. It’s time to wake up.” Holly slowly struggled awake. Her eyes fluttered open. Pitch black darkness greeted her. It took a few moments for Holly to shake off the drowsiness, and she used that short stretch of time to take stock of her situation. Her mouth was sealed shut by what felt like a muzzle gag, her ears were filled with what had to be plastic earbuds, and her head was encased within what was unmistakably a tightly stretched latex hood. The compression was extreme; the hood squeezed down on her skin like a clenched fist, pressure pushing down from all angles. A heavy metal and rubber oxygen mask covered her gagged mouth and nose. It was fixed to her face with an airtight seal, and it was being held in place with thick rubber straps that all firmly wrapped around her latex-covered head. Holly’s nose was filled with the heady scent of latex, and her mouth was flooded with the taste of rubber. ...

Author's Note: An extreme, over the top little story. It shouldn’t be taken very seriously. Heavily inspired by LOL’s Houchie Shoujo. The barn was beautiful in the late afternoon sun. Light poured down through the small cracks in the ceiling and the back wall, illuminating the dancing dust motes that flittered through the air. There was a soft, steady breeze blowing outside, which kept the tall grass surrounding the building perpetually ruffled. It also took the edge off the summer heat. This wasn’t the case inside the barn, partially because the wind couldn’t get in and partially because it was a heat trap. The insulation kept the humidity at a swelteringly high level, and the moisture in the air was mixed in with the scent of hay and wet soil. The man had been in the barn for less than a few minutes and he was already feeling overheated. He was wearing short pants and a thin t-shirt, which helped take the edge off, but it still felt like he was in a sauna. ...