Fetish + BDSM Fiction

I do not remember when I actually saw this image the first time, I do remember I had not seen it anywhere before, remember it was on someone’s profile (no recalling on what site though) and do remember I talked to him, talked about me getting locked into this one... I have no recollection why it never happened at the end, could not even remotely pinpoint the approximate year that was or who/from where that guy was at that time. But every time I see this image again (it is in my pic collection marked as one of my favorites), my mind floats away into what scenes I would assign with finding myself being the one in the picture. So why not share at least one of those imaginary stories then ... for the basics: I do wonder how long one could sustain on fluid feeding, maybe with occasionally a handful nuts or similar, before getting into trouble. Likewise I wonder how long one could actually be locked continuously into this rubber walking sack before getting into trouble. Trouble not meaning a...

you are kneeling in front of Me, your head and body devoided of any hair. Five years ago, you have agreed to become My slave. you have accepted that I determine your future. you were a perfect slave. As you know,I found another slave; I think that he is more beautiful, more dedicated than you. For months now, I am considering to make you less than the slave you are, to transform you into an object, a creature, unworthy to be considered a human. you non longer are useful as a slave to me. I could decide to fire you or sell you for a very small amount of money to a new Master ; But I won’t let you go, free to have a life not dependent on Me you entered My life, you are going to stay there. you are wondering why you have not been put in the dungeon since last Sunday. you are now going to know why : In some minutes, you will be processed to make you the rubberworm I demand you to become. I decided that you will be locked in this dungeon that you built yourself five years ago, and that...

By BONDAGE_SLAVE_PL Living in Poland isn’t easy if you’re a kinky man in his mid 30’s – there’s a very limited number of ‘real Masters’, who actually have any toys or gear to play with. Luckily, I live (or should I say ‘lived’? OK, let’s not spoil the surprise) in the western part of Poland, conveniently connected to Berlin – the capital of kink and BDSM. I’ve always had a soft spot for refusing others, and thus I never could have said ‘no’ to visiting my parents for Easter holidays. Which obviously is annoying, given the fetish weekend in Berlin is happening at the same time. So I came to a decision to mix both – have a quick trip to Berlin on Friday, and travel to my parents on Saturday. The challenge has come – find a Master who is happy to play with me for one evening/night. As usual, it ended up with several chats with ‘wannabe fuckers’, not offering really anything other than plain sex. You know the type. Then finally someone serious has messaged me, offering to take me to a priv...

By Eckie He approached me on the personals site. We chatted a while and I was intrigued by his pictures, a prison, or dungeon cell of sorts. Heavy chained boys in it displayed. He told me he ran this facility far from everything, an old actual prison, people coming around to spend time in prison like displayed in the pictures. It was not necessarily making him rich but paid the bills and was fun for him to do. I definitely fancied those heavy chains, the inevitable situation of not being able to leave or get out as one wants or when one wants, but I told him I was not in a position to pay for such a holiday. Having lost my job, I barely made it through the month, had to give up my house and lived in a small cheap room with very little options to afford much at all. We did chat a while more, at least in my fantasy and by chat I could have some of that fun he showed on his profile (or the many other profiles I looked through). One day then suddenly he came with an offer. If I wanted, sin...

From: depravpig Subject: Pigs' New Year's Eve Ahmed: TOP saiid: Ahmed's sub nothing and gimp (it): Ahmed's pigs On New Year's Eve morning, both pigs were sent to the barber for a full body shave, cropped hair with mohawk. When back in the garage the pigs were soaked in stale piss and sealed in the thick rubber suits, heavy weights on the pigs' ball, destroyed rangers and track suits for the journey to Lyon. The pigs had to stand by the toilets. Once at the club, two of the barmen put a basic rubber hood over the pigs' head and put them to work with five other hooded pigs stocking the bar, moving tables and seats, moving the standing cage, etc... Then they got the pigs ready. The pigs were told to strip from their clothes, all in rubber one piece. They replaced the basic hood with thick open face hoods and industrial gloves. it saw that the other pigs were similarly shaved and from the stink similarly piss soaked, ranging from early twenties to fifties SIR. T...

by: Inbetween (this story is, obviously, a (extreme) fantasy) The first thing I notice as I come down the stairs, is the smell: a heady mixture of poppers, smoke, stale piss, and somewhere, faint but definitely present, shit. The second thing I notice is - holy fuck - this is a real dungeon. Like the ones you usually only read about in porn stories. Brick walls, a vaulted ceiling, thick metal rings everywhere, and a bunch of shelves, neatly organised, filled with all kinds of dildos, whips, canes and other instruments of torture.

He’s grinning at me while I’m taking it all in, and hands me a black plastic bag.  “Strip, and put everything in here.” It sounds like a suggestion, but something about him makes me do it without hesitation. While here, he is in absolute command. By the time I’m finished, he’s retrieved some stuff from the back.
 “Kneel. Legs open”.
He puts the bowl between my knees, and this time, the smell is neither faint, nor easy to mistake: dogshit. A big pile of tu...