Fetish + BDSM Fiction

RUBBER AND BOOT SLAVE CHAPTER 1 “Turn right through the large gates and on down the drive and stop at the front door” The car carrying Walter and Lee turned as directed and finally stopped at the front door of a large country house. Walter and Lee had now been together for about two years. Lee, a good looking lad of about 23 who was working as a waiter, had been picked up by Walter in a gay leather bar two years ago and had been with him ever since. Walter, the chairman of a very successful international company, was the dominant partner in the relationship and Lee was quite content to take his orders from him. They sucked and fucked on a regular basis and were very much in love. They had begun to play a few S/M games but Lee was now beginning to feel that something was missing. He longed for more control from his mate and also felt that he wanted to go in other directions. Until a few months ago, they had not discussed it very much but recently Lee had told Walter of a number of his f...

  Part 1 I was 18 years old and on a peace demonstration at a military base in East Anglia, England. We had come equipped with ladders and mattresses in order to climb the boundary fences and safely scale the coiled barbed wire at the top. About 20 of us from my group managed to scale the perimeter fence, and once inside we headed for the nearest military equipment we could locate armed with mallets, etc. to smash it to pieces. Some women made for an aircraft, climbed up on it and smashed the cockpit windows before climbing inside and smashing up the controls. I somehow got separated from the others, and decided I'd head for a light armored vehicle and see what damage I could do to that. Suddenly I tripped and fell flat on my face. As I tried to scramble up, I felt a boot in my back pressing me down into the ground again. Then I saw another pair of boots in front of my face; army boots beneath khaki trousers. `OK, we've got another one,' said a voice abov...