Latex

To the naked eye Helen was pretty ordinary. She was a cute, petite half Japanese girl. She had always done well in school, even though she came from a broken home, and had worked very hard to put herself through university. She kept fit by playing basketball in the summer (“I may be tiny, but I’ll kill you from the 3 point line” she was often heard to say at the Y where she played) and cross country skiing in the winter. There wasn’t much that made her stand out in a crowd, sure the boys would hit on her, but she figured that most boys would hit on anything with breasts… even her with her smaller than average “rack”. She kept her hair short and generally stayed out of the bar scene. She was a quiet, hard working, smart girl in the city. ...

Author's Note: Life and punitions of latex slaves Small precision vocabulary derived from Wikipedia: The ordeal is to pass a physical test the accused deciding his fate. The accused was dressed in religious clothing to submit to the “judgment of God”, the event takes place under the eyes of the tutelary deity of justice, which will save the innocent and prevent injustice. The judicial duel is a bilateral ordeal. The tests were against people with conflicting claims. ...

“Madame I think I have the perfect candidate for you.” “Excellent, but you know I have very specific requirements.” “Yes of course Madame, but I think this one fits your requirements perfectly. He is young, attractive, slim, a little androgynous even. He has no ties here, he is on holiday, on his own, from England; he is not staying anywhere, no contacts, no one expecting him. He has just a backpack and a ticket to return in three weeks.” ...

Second place winner for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Visit our contest sponsor, Quality Control My Mom Lets start off with a little background, my name is Courtney and I’m 18 years old, Asian, 5'5’, 108 lbs, 34 C with nice long brown hair with streaks of blond. Not too bad for an Asian chick. I currently live with my mom and younger sister in a spacious home. My mom divorced when she was quite young, however she had a successful home business of which I know nothing of and we always had anything we wanted. ...

Leah finished packing the last of the dishes into the box marked fragile. It had been a hectic past two days getting everything packed. “Finally,” she said while wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, “everything is packed. Now it’s up to the movers.” Leah and her husband, Chris, were moving to his parent’s farm, left to them after they had passed away. They had died in a car accident when a trucker had fallen asleep and crossed the lanes. Chris had taken the news very hard, as expected, but lately he had been feeling better and was returning to his old self. The settlement from the truck company had been very generous and they now had enough to live comfortably on the farm without financial concerns. They still planned to work the land and continue his father’s dream, but they wouldn’t have to scrimp and save as they had been. ...

Part 1 It was quarter to 12. The door bell rang and she got up and went to the door. It was her friend Carmen. Carmen was there to pick her up. They were going to a movie after lunch. She said." We can’t go yet. I have to feed my brother." Carmen looked at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said. “No.” Stephanie said grinning. “It’s not quite what you think.” ...

I am a master of excuses. I have a long list of excuses I use whenever my family is venturing out for some trip or excursion. Let me explain. I am a 19 year old girl and live with my parents and younger brother. Way younger. Like eight years old. Little rodent of a kid, teasing, loud and just won’t leave me alone. Following me around all day long like I am some awesome computer game! ...

Author's Note: This is more of a report than a story. It is a report about the self-bondage games I play, thus all you will find in here is absolutely non-fiction up to each little detail. Enjoy and take away some inspiration! In the case that you just want to read a self-bondage story, then I kindly would suggest that you go somewhere else. However, you really might miss something. Come on, give it a try! ...

This story was submitted for the 2010 Winter Fetish Contest. Please be sure to rate read and rate each story. When you’re finished, visit our sponsor by clicking the banner above. (They have lots of cool stuff!). My name is Misty and I’m a 27 year old bi-sexual female slave. I’m Owned by Mistress Gwen Gwen who is strict and ensures that I keep my body perfectly fit and healthy to the extreme. I had recently disobeyed in a very severe way, Mistress Gwen has forbid all of her female slaves from having sex with any of the male slaves and she caught me doing just that one afternoon. She kept me chained in the basement cells for weeks and I knew she was mad, but did not realize just how mad she was. She came in one morning and finally released me, promising that she was about to give me a very unusual session. I thought maybe her anger had passed in the weeks I had been locked down here, but I was mistaken. ...

Author's Note: Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG. No updates are planned at this time. My name is John Doe. I know what you’re thinking, “What kind of stupid name is that?” Well…it is stupid, but let me explain. I’m your average unassuming gentleman, but my profession is a bit odd and has certain…rules. I work for a company called “Your Fantasy Getaway” which is sort of a combination of travel agency and fetish club. ...