Novel & Cerita Adult Baby Diaper Bondage

"Liam..." "Shh." I barely register the fact that we are out in the open, on the balcony where anyone can look up and see. He's suckling my neck, gently biting the skin. That part of my body tenses. The mate bond. If he bites me deep enough to make a mark, we will be fully bound. I push his head low, diverting his crazed attention from the spot. Liam begins to tease and taste the skin of my collar bones. I throw my head back and grip the bars of the balcony.

Each entry lists names. Dates. Children. Pairs. Failed bonds. Successful ones. My pulse pounds in my ears. This isn’t genealogy. It’s breeding. Kaia’s voice drifts from across the room, “you need to see this.” We all turn. She holds up a bundle of papers tied with thin red thread. Elias crosses the room quickly and takes them from her. His eyes scan the top page, and then the next, then the next. His face goes pale. “What?” I ask.

It’s a bondage kit that includes bondage rope, cuffs, a feather tickler, a flogger, a collar with leash, a blindfold, and a breathable ball gag. Tia looks over my shoulder and stifles a laugh. “That’s a whole lot. Are you sure that you’re ready for that?” The truth is that I’m not sure how ready I am. I just know that he’s my mate, and if this is what he needs, I’m more than happy to provide it. I want Devonte to be happy no matter what, and I will do all I can to make that happen. I just hope he’s open to me and the possibilities.

Need pooled like a wet blanket below my navel and with expert ease, I took off his trousers and slowly pulled him out. I licked the top of his cock and placed a soft kiss on the head in pure worship and adoration, my mouth opened and then I was sucking him. I had some bondage tape in my toy box, that stuff that sticks to itself and doesn’t leave you gummed up with adhesive. He reached for it, dislodging his cock from my mouth, then said, “Hands on my thighs.”

Then he pulled back and turned her toward the computer. Tracie's eyes widened at the page displayed there. A banner across the top proclaimed "Finest toys and equipment for the discriminating bondage fans." In a column along the left, in bold letters, was a list that included floggers, spanking benches, paddles, and restraints. The rest of the page was taken up by pictures of various items. "Do these frighten you, Tracie?" For the first time Pete's voice held a note of uncertainty.

"I've developed a new bondage bed frame which will work on bed sizes from double to Alaskan King. We're looking to build more and sell them and I wanted to see if you still wanted to do business with us?" "Of course. Do you have pictures?" "I do have some, taken when I sent them to Mistress Brianna. She ordered one for $10,000." "That seems steep." "It's for a nine by nine mattress. I'm thinking maybe eight or eight and a half for a King or California King. Seven or seven five for Queen. A little less for a double, though most people don't do doubles anymore." "Text me some pictures and let me take a look at them."

The textured surface of the dildo made sure that she'd still feel the consequences of every attempt at movement, though. It was bondage with no ropes, cuffs or chains. Just these two dildos, held in place by unyielding metal, were enough to completely immobilize her. She was on all fours with no way back or forth, her knees already hurting from the hard wooden box she was kneeling on. Because of course Mistress wouldn't be satisfied with just nailing her in place, spit-roasted. A punishment was supposed to be as grueling as possible, and this unassuming box was the final nail in Nadine's coffin of cramped discomfort.

His tone switched when he said that last statement, and I giggled, not knowing he was completely serious. “Don’t disobey me, little slut. I want you naked on the bed. Lie there and wait for me to come to you. Don’t make me punish you.” He watched as I took off what was left of my clothing and got on the bed. I could see how hard he was over his sweatpants. They did nothing to hide the erection he was sporting. “You may think you know bondage, but you don’t. I have cuffed you to the bed and to the St. Andrew’s cross before, but that’s light. Bondage involves knowing how to knot a woman in ropes in various positions, unable to move or do anything.”

Idris went on. “O-okay.” By the time we got to the den, we saw this custom-made leather couch that had all sorts of chains attached to it. I don’t know what crazy BDSM stuff Ysabella and Youseff’s parents are doing here with all of these kinky equipment but it was a good thing they had the couch. It was the perfect place to chain Benjie. It took Idris and I several minutes before we managed to successfully chain Benjie on the couch. We were drenched in sweat by the time we were done.