Chicken Shit

by Mikel Jim had always loved seeing Lori in corsets, he would even give up latex and leather if he had to choose for seeing his beautiful wife’s constantly heaving bosom from her compressed waist and chest in a tightly laced corset. Lori loved corsets also but could never get herself laced tight enough when Jim wasn’t available to lace her. She had struggled with different lacing techniques and machines but could never quite manage it as well as he did it. Jim worked as an engineer for a speci

by Scott Chapter One Celia was a lab rat. At least that’s what she and the other scientists and technicians called themselves; the Biotronics Corporation lab rats. The name probably came from the anonymity and de-humanization that were byproducts of their uniforms and the enormous size of the Biotronics facility. Hundreds and hundreds of Biotronics staff milled around like ants; or perhaps more like rats in a maze. Each looked much like the others, dressed in his or her unisex white lab coat

Camomile, awakens one morning after a wild night she cannot remember to a bright shiny future she did not know she wanted.

by Samuel Deniss Although corsetry has enjoyed a revival both as a fashion and a fetish, the technology remains fundamentally unchanged in two hundred years. We have developed a high tech corset which is far more efficient than the traditional laced garment. It provides firm body contouring for those who wear a corset for reasons of appearance. It also is an effective and even terrifying restraint for those individuals or couples who practice corset discipline and fetishism. There have been a

By kathrin-inaka A few years of office work had left me somewhat out of shape, but by now it was quite obvious that I would make it to the summit, just later than planned. Everything else would have been somewhat embarrassing, because it wasn't about rock climbing or anything, just about walking a decent path up a medium sized hill to get a nice view of the surroundings. But even walking as slow as I did, I still caught up meter by meter to a girl walking in front of me. From a distance, she

By kathrin-inaka A few years of office work had left me somewhat out of shape, but by now it was quite obvious that I would make it to the summit, just later than planned. Everything else would have been somewhat embarrassing, because it wasn't about rock climbing or anything, just about walking a decent path up a medium sized hill to get a nice view on the surroundings.But even walking as slow as I did, I still caught up meter by meter to a girl walking in front of me. From a distance, she loo

By kathrin-inaka Small story about getting trapped in a cursed wedding dress and ballet heels. Because why not?