The reflection in the mirror was quite different than what Pam had expected. She had thought that she would look slutty, or more to the point, foolish. But the outfit was far from that. Pam slid her hands over the form-fitting latex outfit. She was surprised that every inch of her skin; every curve, was embraced by the black material. It was quite tight too, giving the impression that she was made of rubber, rather than just wearing a costume. ...
Author's Note: A story about an aircraft mechanic that suddenly finds himself in a dire situation and a long, long way from home. Fortunately someone comes to his aid, but it doesn’t take long before he begins to wonder if it’s really worth it. Any criticism aimed at helping me become a better author is well appreciated. Smack! The wrench slipped, and even though Carl was pulling instead of pushing on it, his fingers still managed to be driven into a row a screw tails. The wrench few from his grasp, and he heard it go clattering off down the inside of the fuel tank, heading towards the fuselage of the airliner he was working on. ...
Author's Note: When a young woman buys a wooden trunk from a charity shop her life will never be the same again and events will take her to the edge of sanity. The story begins slowly but please persevere. The setting is in the same “universe” as my story “The Model Worker” but this is a standalone piece and can be read independently. I hope you get as much pleasure from reading it as I did writing it. As ever any constructive criticism is happily received. This is a work of pure fantasy and fiction and any similarities to real people or places is purely coincidental. ...
Let me introduce myself. My name is Anne, I’m in my early thirties, I’m blonde, blue eyed, 34C-26-36 – not too shabby, even if I say so myself. I live in a pretty cottage – the result of 10 years’ hard graft in the computer industry and a messy divorce – in a small village right next to Salisbury Plain which, for those of you not from England, is a huge area of chalk downland owned by the Ministry of Defence and used about a third of the year for army manoeuvres and artillery firing. The rest of the time it’s an enormous playground for the public. ...
Author's Note: This is a short fun story I wrote within two days. Enjoy! ~ v1.1, venomstories.wordpress.com, 2013 “I’ve got special plans for this weekend,” Biri purred. It didn’t take too much imagination for Leif to determine what those plans would be. His girlfriend’s outfit made some very clear statements in that regard. “Can you even breathe in this, sweetie?” “As long as I don’t laugh,” she chuckled and let her latex-gloved hands slide along the skimpy rubber dress and tightly-laced corset. Kneeling in front of him in their living room, Bérénice was a picture of enthusiastic submission, ready to have her photo printed in a BDSM textbook. ...
*It began with the advert in the contact section of one of the more popular fetish magazines. Male submissive, rubber fetishist required by demanding dominatrix. Serious applicants only. Must be healthy and willing to undergo extensive and rigorous training in rubber* immersion and submissive slavery. Box 4994 Since an early age this had been his ultimate fantasy. He’d spend endless hours fantasising about being overpowered by an imperious domina and forced to serve her. He was now financially independent, but still alone and frustrated. Finally he decided to pluck up courage. There followed lengthy, detailed and intimate correspondence. He was aware that there were a lot of fakes out there - call girls and the like. He became nervous at the length and extent of Madame Isabel’s questions. She wanted to know everything about him; his personal and medical history, his financial status, his rubber wardrobe and his rubber experiences and fantasies. He opened up over time, and she was understanding, for as she explained she too had to be careful. But he learned little of her in their email correspondence, while he emailed his life story to her. ...
CLICK The penultimate lock was in place and I knew that this was the moment. Fear grew inside me as it always did and I lay back in silence gathering my thoughts, why I was still afraid of this moment I don’t know, I had done this dozens of times and never had a mishap. But the fear was there nonetheless, I had grown to expect it, even enjoy it. ...
Author's Note: Victoria and Penelope are engaged in a no-holds-barred mistress/slave relationship. As usual, it’s complicated. Thanks a lot to all who helped with suggestions and editing, especially JG-Leathers, Nye North and GeeTwo. Part 1 - NOW The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door’s locking mechanism, then a tall woman with long black hair steps through the opening door and stops in front of the wall of bars separating the cell and bunk from the rest of the large room. Over her arm, she carries a comfortable-looking bathrobe, somewhat worn out, which forms a strange contrast to her immaculate black leather outfit. ...
Part 1 The day Lee Harvey had feared for months and months had finally come. As a result of a takeover by a larger competitor the entire workforce of FlexiTech had been made redundant. He was a member of that workforce. A group of FlexiTech employees decided to have a night out to drown their sorrows and he decided to join them. It was during that night out, whilst the group was walking from one pub to the next, that a rich and powerful Asian business woman encountered them on the way back from her office. ...
Author's Note: Hope you like, I’m far from a professional writer, so I’m sure its not perfect. My name is Katie. I’m a freshman in collage and although I’ve never taken a dance class I’ve always been interested in being a cute ballerina. I’m 5'7 and weigh 140. I have perky C breast and long blond hair. Since I got a full scholarship to collage I can’t fail any classes. That’s not too big a problem, since I can normally get guys to do my homework. Some guys consider me a tease since I’m a good Christian girl who has never had sex or a boyfriend. I’ve never even had any one see or touch my breast. ...