Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Trapped in Russia with a horrific choice. (fiction) Part 1 It should have been the last night of my business trip to Russia. It had been a productive few days and I decided on a whim around 11pm to head out from the hotel and treat myself to a few beers before my early morning flight. Being Russia, and the fact nobody knew me, meant I headed for the local gay bar on the off chance of maybe a blow job or what not from one of the locals before I left. I was on my fourth Heineken when he approached me. Dimitri he introduced himself as. And he was right up my street. I guessed he was maybe 30 years old, rugged in a weathered kind of way but extremely handsome. He was thin with tight brown hair and around 6'2''. We got chatting and before I knew it the bar was closing and it was 2.30am. I was also carrying a lot more alcohol in my system than I was used to. I guess it was this fact that lowered my inhibitions and gave me dutch courage enought, despite my early flight...

by lthr_jock Part one PC Jim Maxwell paced nervously up and down. He was in his Inspectors office and had now been waiting for Inspector Turner for 15 minutes. Three weeks out of Hendon and already summoned to the office. He had no idea why, but he was sure he had done something wrong. He racked his brain but couldn’t think of anything. Since joining, he’d done everything right and had received no criticisms from his Sergeant. Sure, it had been easier for him that for some of the other recruits – at 27, he was older than them and the 9 years he’d served in the army had got him used to the sort of discipline required in the police. Even so he was worried. He ran his fingers nervously through his hair – while not long, it was no longer in the tight military cut he was used too. His 6ft frame moved lightly across the floor, despite the weight of his muscles. Always a big man, he had already found the usefulness of his size in dealing with awkward situations. “Ah good, you’re here, ...

From inside the rubber suit by MC Despite the thickness of rubber around my head, I can hear ; I hear all my body noises, my heart, my bowels, invaded by the thick rubber pipe that they have inserted into them ; i can breath only through the nose tubes ; I cannot see anything under the double thickness of my rubber blindfold and of my rubber hood ; My mouth is wide open, and I know that I will no longer have the possibility to shut it : my jaws are blocked by the rubber gag that fills what was my mouth , and by the steel straps of the harness that encircles my head ; anyway, whether it is open or close, my mouth is useless to me : my teeth and my tongue have been removed ; only the gag with the rubber pipe that goes down into my stomach fill the hole that my captors have made of my mouth ; now that the gums and stumbs have healed, i do not feel much pain, but the pipe inside my troat burns it ; it will never be removed. My nose is hitching : mecanichally, I try to raise my rubber cover...

Chapter 1 I had been talking to Master for a little more than a year when I finally agreed to meet Him for "inspection." Master had gradually seduced me over the course of that year, until I had reached the point where I could think of nothing but Him and being His slave. At this point He knew I was His. My hesitation and fear only turned Him on more. It had started several years ago when I became obsessed with the idea of what I considered true slavery - no escape, no pleasure allowed, a lifetime devoted to my degradation for the pleasure of a sick and sadistic Master. For some reason this idea turned me on more than any other. In this fantasy I would never be allowed to be turned on again, and the thought of this only made me harder. I began to scour the internet for just such a Master. Part of me thought that it was just a fantasy, and that I would never go through with it. I was subconciously seeking the Master who would make me do it, and then never let me leave....