Slavery

Ann eased herself into the steaming hot bath, a much-needed tension breaker. As she lay there swirling the scented waters over her tired and aching body, Ann began to think of ways to enjoy a long week-end. Her favorite idea was to think of a Dare for Carol. Even though the game was one they had played since college, lately it had been taking some decidedly kinky turns. Ann remembered the first time the game had taken such a sexy turn. Carol had held up a pair of shiny silver handcuffs and dared Ann to wear them out to a movie. They had draped a sweater over her cuffed hands and gone out. Ann could never remember what movie they saw, she had been so distracted by her pinioned hands…. That night was the first time she and Carol had made love. ...

Part 1 About once a month my friends and I would go fishing at a local lake or river. It was our time to get away, and we looked forward to it. This month we were at a local river, with myself and 6 others. There were both boys and girls on our group. I informed the group that I was going to go down river a little bit. This was my usual course of action, I liked to be by myself sometimes and I would find a quiet place and then set up shot. After a few hours I return back to my friends and get a beer and a dog from our grill. ...

Well after finally graduating from high school and starting college it was weird to come back home for the break. I was all excited at first but then I realized quickly how few of my friend stuck around. I’m from a very small town and I’m quite a bit the youngest in an otherwise very religious family. All I had to look forward to was the family and that is enough to drive a girl insane. ...

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: 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. ...