Novel & Cerita Adventures In Male Bondage

It was an unvicious circle, even when he was vicious. Now he was sitting naked on the edge of my bed and I was on my knees between his open thighs, 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.” DEEP THROAT, DEEP LOVE 161

They all seem happier now that there is far more room to truly use me, to sincerely show me what it means to own a woman’s body. The rope guy doesn’t take any time positioning himself in front of my face. I think he is going to give me his cock, but I am wrong. He bends over me, dangling his cock right in my face, just out of reach. There is nothing I can do about it as he starts binding my breasts, one and then the other. I can feel the blood rushing in and being unable to escape, the pressure shooting through my now swollen nipples.

Then he pushed me onto the massive king bed. "Lie down. Arms up." I obeyed, heart racing. He pulled out silk ties from the nightstand and bound my wrists to the headboard, tight enough that I couldn't pull free. My cock was already hard, betraying me again. "Look at that," he murmured, trailing a finger down my chest. "Already leaking for me. You crave this, don't you, Alex?" "I... I don't know," I whispered, but my hips lifted when his hand brushed my thigh.

My hands flew to mouth, but not before a short gasp escaped my lips. The large room, was scarcely lit by the red bulb dangling from the roof. At the first end, a large bed stood, properly dressed with black silky sheets, and at another end, a hammock style sex swing, hung lazily. Opposite the bed, stood a wooden wall, studded with different bondage cuffs, in colors red, black and pink; mouth gag, arm binder, shackles and a rope. Close to the wooden wall, was a table.

I have decided to act along with everything, just for him to let me out of the lockup. He went to his wardrobe, and as usual, he brought out the blindfold, rope, clamps, bondage cuff, condom, flogger, and the rest of it all. He, as always, arranged them one after the other. He held the blindfold in his hands and was moving closer to me, he paused for a bit. I studied him carefully, I noticed the movement between his upper and lower shin, his dimple became pronounced and he looked more handsome.

I questioned. “It’s a butt plug,” Zander snickered. “Oh, I think that will go on the maybe pile for now,” I gulped. We continued to go through the bags. Yes pile – Lube, Clitoral stimulator, blindfold, wrists and ankle restraints with bed tethers, feather tickler, pinwheel, spreader bar, massage oils, spanking paddle, bondage ropes, and bondage tape. Maybe pile – Nipple clamps, clitoral clamps, and butt plug.

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.

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.

It looked larger in the leather. He locked up their clothes and hooked the key to her collar. “Don’t lose that.” Raven was wet with anticipation, they walked down in the basement, dark with a few low lights, some moans, whip sounds. Once fully down, Raven took in the scene quickly, a couple with bondage, whipping, there was a woman on a stage pole dancing, but in a more beautiful manner. There were couples in every corner, trying different toys, bonds, or just playing as others watch.

Marcus snapped, pinning my shoulders. Adrian sucked harder, relentless, his hands clamping my thighs open. “You taste like surrender,” he murmured against me. “Please,” I gasped, trembling. “Not yet,” he said, pulling back. He stood, shedding his pants. “Marcus, hold her.” Marcus flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my arms behind my back. He tied them with his tie, tight enough to sting. “Ass up,” he said. I lifted my hips, face pressed into the sheets. Adrian positioned himself behind me, teasing me with the tip. “Beg for it.”