Adventures In Male Bondage 소설 & 이야기

I arrived at the house at exactly eight the next night freshly showered and ready to fuck. The husband answered the door and invited me in. We went into the kitchen and he made a couple drinks. He asked if everything was still okay and if I had any questions before I began. I told him no, but quick thinking on my part made was going to make the experience even more pleasurable. “Hey, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a little request,” I said. “How bout a little bondage to spice things up. You could go tied her to the bedposts and blindfold her. She’d probably go crazy with that shit.”

I sense this guy is seriously bent. I shove back the urge to shake as I wander past him wearing next to nothing, putting on my best little-girl-lost face as I watch a middle-aged Dom tie his female sub up to a rack with a series of complicated knots that frame her breasts and thighs, rubbing her nipples or clit whenever the sub moves. I don’t have to fake my eyes widening. “That’s Shibari, little sub. Japanese rope bondage,” Ruiz says, stepping closer. “What are you doing wandering around here without your Dom? Did he leave you again?”

I moaned loud, eyes locked on the tied man. “Watch,” I told him. “Watch how a real man fucks.” The man behind me pounded me hard and fast. His heavy balls slapped my clit. Another man stepped in front of me, grabbed my hair, and pushed his cock into my mouth. I sucked greedily, gagging as he fucked my throat. A third man knelt under me and sucked my clit while the first one kept railing my pussy. The fourth man sucked and twisted my nipples, slapping my tits until they bounced red.

Everything goes stiffly, the guard comes towards me sniffing my neck, his hot breath on my skin. Emmanuel voice sounds but it seems far, then a crashing of millions glasses rings out. The guards lifts me up with a one hand that I find it inhumanly Impossible. My feet are dangling on air as am backed against the well, trying to scream but it dies down inside my throat. His hot breath are everywhere, prickly. Unable to stay still I shaking from fear. My temperature heats up, I find myself sweating. I try to scream again and it sounds out. The guard continues, he looks intoxicated as he begin to rip my cloth. Am moving hectically, shaking myself from his tight hold on my waist. He bangs my head

Mother Serenity cried. Mary ignored her. “I’m Mary Stewart. Now let her go!” The man dropped Mother Serenity’s hand then shoved the woman back. He stared at Mary with interest, then let his gaze wander suggestively down her body and back up again. Mary’s cheeks flamed at the blatant disrespect, but she gave no quarter, staring back at the man with as much defiance as she dared. He snapped his fingers, and two men advanced on Mary, grabbing her before she could think to run. They had her on the floor in a split second, their hands fumbling with the hem of her gown. She had a beautiful body to die for.

Andrew's crosses, spanking benches, suspension rigs, bondage furniture I didn't even have names for. And people. Dozens of people in various states of dress and undress, some watching scenes in progress, others negotiating their own. On one platform, a woman was tied to a cross while her dom worked her over with a flogger, her skin turning pink under the leather falls. On another, a man was bent over a spanking bench, his dom's hand coming down hard on his ass while he counted each strike. My cock was achingly hard, pressing against the tight jeans Dante had made me wear.

“I can tie you to this bed and keep you as my prisoner until you’re either too old, or too lost in my love, to leave me.” “Do you think tying me up would do it? I can still scream you know.” “I can remedy that as well, but I probably wouldn’t. I like hearing you scream,” he winked at her, and began teasing one of her nipples with his long finger. “You wouldn’t really tie me up?” she asked, her throat was very dry, and her heart skipped a beat. Was she in danger with this man? “Without a doubt,” he admitted proudly. “You know, bondage isn’t only for holding a person hostage. It can be very enjoyable as well.”

In another section, it looked like a class was going on, a class on how to tie knots, and elaborate bindings as well as how to use various impact toys like single tails, floggers, canes, paddles, etc. Liam and I kept moving our eyes to each other, trying to figure out which was better: seeing that or talking with the people who were there for it. The swingers section was a whole different thing. Drinks and people walking around with very little to no clothes on and rooms covered with mattresses and a few private rooms too. A man was holding a leash to a girl who looked way younger than him and all she was wearing was a red thong and high heels, she was crawling around on all fours. It looked

I was fucked in every position imaginable over the next hour- cowgirl on two cocks, reverse cowgirl while sucking another, spooning double penetration, piledriver while four men took turns in my holes. My moans never stopped. I was loud, filthy, and completely lost in pleasure. “I love it! I love being your cumslut!” I screamed as they filled me again and again. By the time they finished, I was covered in cum, smiling blissfully as they painted my body. The attendants cleaned me lightly and moved me to the next chamber. This room had a large bondage setup with chains hanging from the ceiling. Six new men waited, all heavily built and masked.

He pulls a bundle of bright pink rope out from underneath his shirt at the base of his spine. Oh boy, my uncle and his Shibari. I was staying the night with Uncle Ryder one weekend, and I walked in on him, Uncle Tee, and Aunt Ali all beautifully tied up in different positions. Uncle Jax and Uncle Dom were both in the middle of artfully tying Uncle Cal’s arms behind his back. I didn’t want to intrude on them, so I went back downstairs and then called JT to talk me through the problem that was caused because of it. They wouldn’t hear me since they were too busy anyway.