Fetish + BDSM Fiction

I picked up the mail and went inside the house to put it with all the other mail I collected through the week. I was house-sitting for a friend, who was on a business trip for a week and asked me to look after his plants and mail during that week. He’s living apart from the city, no direct neighbors around, a full mailbox might invite some burglars in such lonely area, even though there’s an alarm system, still better be safe than sorry is what he always says … We’ve known each other for quite some time and some times also play with each other, so it was no problem for me to take care of this during his absence. It’s Friday afternoon and he’s coming back this evening, so I did some shopping as well for him to make sure the fridge is filled for his weekend. Just like me he’s into rubber and bondage a lot, but unlike me he got a huge amount of fascinating outfits and equipment, one thing that keeps me coming back to his for quite intense rubber and bondage plays. I didn’t have plans ...

Posted by rbbrnsteelslave Slave 343 started out as purely being a rubber slave to the hottest Rubber Master around. When slave 343 became His slave, it was a wonderful thing. Training proceeded quickly and slave 343 quickly adapted to the required duties and responsibilities. It has spent what seemed a lifetime sealed in a special rubber suit that never came off. The suit was a special design. It went from head to toe with a special butt plug that allowed for removal for fucking but when installed it had a hole for cleaning out. Also the cock and balls were tightly encased in rubber in one position with the balls forced down and the cock straight out from the body, so that even the ridges on the cock were noticeable at times yet no matter how horny the slave got, orgasms were very difficult to achieve. It allowed for the body to be cleaned via attached hoses without it coming out of the suit. One hose attached at the top of the head and showered water down through the suit washing aw...

Leather Shopping by Norm It was a new shop in town, I had been fascinated by their ad ever since I stumbled on it. "Custom Leather works, for your personal leather needs. We specialize in the unusual." What made it more intriguing, is that their ad was in an "artsy" paper. I had a feeling this was not your usual car / motorcycle leather store. I finally had a free day and decided I was going to go check it out. It was in a quiet part of town, a bit run down, close to downtown. Not a big place by any means, but big enough to have a decent selection I thought. As I entered the strong smell of leather assaulted my nose, and my eyes were drawn to the one and only person in the place, the clerk, sitting on a high stool, behind a counter. He was young, about 6' and very muscular. Dark curly hair, light beard and a darker complexion. A heavy leather jacket was wrapped around those strong shoulders, and what looked like a wide leather collar around his neck! He stood...

by Dougie fae Glesca Chapter 1 My name's Dougie McKenzie and I'm proud to be the president of the Feggie Boot Boys, a skinhead gang from Ferguslie Park in Paisley, a town to west of Glasgow. In fact, Glasgow city boundary and Paisley burgh boundary join each other. I'm also the chairman of the Paisley Skinhead Federation, a group of eight skinhead clubs in Paisley and the surrounding area, including the smaller towns of Renfrew, Johnstone and Barrhead. Ferguslie Park is the toughest area in the town. Guys from Ferguslie are nickname "Feggies" and I'm proud to be a Feggie, the toughest bunch of bastards in central Scotland. The Paisley Skinhead Federation had been formed three years ago because of attacks from skinhead gangs in Greenock, Pollock and Nitshill (The latter two areas being in the Glasgow South Skinhead Federation) as well as a couple of Hells Angel gangs in the town. Last year I was elected to the post of chairman for being a tough piece...