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Author's Note: This is my first story I have commited to “type”. There are several more ideas bouncing around my head including a couple of further installments of this story. I am testing the water with this one, and if there is a positive reception then I will work on the others. Constructive critisism welcome =) Chapter 1: A Shopping Trip Laura Reynolds sighed as she stared impassively into the store window. She cast her eyes over the characterless fashion paraded in front of her by lifeless figures. She amused herself thinking even the mannequins looked bored wearing it. How many times she gone through this same ritual today? A new outfit was needed for tonight’s party but Laura had wasted nearly all of her morning wandering from one faceless high street chain to another each time leaving disappointed, fed up and empty handed. ...

Karen arrived home to the prospect of another bland, masterless evening so on the spur of the moment she decided to visit the local cinema. Karen decided, however, to make her visit a little more interesting, and nothing would be more exquisite for her than to indulge in a little rubber self-bondage underneath her everyday clothes. And so Karen began her evening of pleasure. First, she took a small enema plug, lubed it, and inserted it in her pert bottom. She took her enema bag, filled it with a couple of quarts of warm water and then attached the hose to a nozzle on the plug and released a clamp. The water filled her quickly. She loved the warm fullness that a plain enema gave her, but loathed the cramps that often followed quickly. ...

“Well, slave, how do I look?” I snapped out of my reverie and looked up to find my Mistress a full-on rubber goddess. Her ankle-length black dress flared at the bottom, showing off a flash of bare skin above her jet-black heels. Her face, perfectly made up, bright red lips that I yearned to kiss, a tight metal choker highlighting her neck. Moving my eyes down, I took in the opera-length black latex gloves, tightly buckled waist cincher and the plunging neckline showing off ample cleavage. And nestled in that cleavage, at the end of a silver necklace, a small metal cylinder, the contents of which I knew all too well. ...

Chapter 1 John stared at the rows and columns of figures on the spreadsheet in front of him and sighed. A quick glance at the office clock told him it was now 16:23 on this dull Friday afternoon. He rubbed his eyes and stretched as he yawned. As always when he was bored, his mind drifted to thoughts of his girlfriend. John considered himself very lucky to have a girlfriend like Natalie. She was very open-minded and loved to experiment. Their sex life regularly included bondage sessions and Natalie enjoyed being dominated. Recently they had even begun to use a CB2000 in some light tease and denial games. John’s only concern was that it always seemed to be him who instigated these play sessions – he didn’t like to feel that he was pressuring Natalie into doing things she didn’t enjoy but she always assured him she loved their little games. They had discussed it before and the problem was Natalie, like most women in John’s experience, was needlessly self-conscious about her body and a little shy about taking the initiative in bed. In John’s opinion (and most of his friends), Natalie had an amazing body, and on the few occasions she had taken control, she had seemed to really enjoy herself. Still, John couldn’t help but wish she would be a little more imaginative sometimes. He often fantasized about coming home from work to find his wife naked, cuffed and chained and kneeling waiting for him. Or spending the entire weekend as his girlfriend’s personal sex slave. ...

Author's Note: Edit 5/29/16 Boy I really had to do some editing to this story, all my grammar was completely off. So here it is again. As requested since the first part was so well liked to The Van in 7A, here is the continuation. This second part was all my original story and the woman who had come up with the first part said she loved this too. That always makes me happy as a writer. ...

Author's Note: As requested since the first part was so well liked to The Van in 7A, here is the continuation. This second part was all my original story and the woman who had come up with the first part said she loved this too. That always makes me happy as a writer. For those who want to read the stories in order please check out the first part under my user profile here, it is called once again The Van in 7A. ...

Author's Note: This is a slow-paced, sensual fantasy. If you’re looking for a fast romp, look elsewhere. It does, however, cut right to the chase. No mucking about with lengthy backstories, breast sizes, or body weights. So… The story is written entirely from a first-person narrative, but that person switches a number of times throughout. I spend most of my time narrating from the girl’s perspective, though, since I find that more interesting. You’ll hopefully notice that I tried to capture the focus of each character with my narrative - as the female, I spend most of the time describing what she thinks, feels, and sees around her. As the male, I spend most of the time describing the female. Males are a narrow-minded species, after all. ;) ...

Author's Note: If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I’ll continue it ;) Part 1 It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She’d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle’s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She’d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who’d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she’d let them ‘play’ too. ...

Author's Note: I hope you like the story. I’ve only just developed an interest in writing such stories, so I’m a novice. I’d really like people to give me feedback and tell me what they think. Constructive criticism is welcome. Alice closed the door behind her, hung her coat on the coat peg in the hall and then walked through into the lounge where she sank into the sofa and kicked off her shoes. At last, the working week was over and she could relax for the weekend. She enjoyed her work as a freelance business consultant, but it was always nice to get to Friday evening and the prospect of a weekend off. ...

Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber Amber was a student attending the state university. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. She had nice, large, well-rounded breasts. I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub. ...