Adventures In Male Bondage Novels & Stories

"Errands: adult shop for cabin extras—new paddle, cuffs. Then park overlook for round two." The adult shop was discreet, tucked in a strip mall—him leading me in, hand on my lower back possessively. "Pick a paddle, sub—something that stings just right." I chose a leather one with studs, blushing as the clerk rang us up, Dante whispering, "Imagine it on your ass tonight—call me Dante mid-strike if it gets too intense, baby." Cuffs too—soft leather for binding, a real collar added impulsively. Back in the SUV, to the secluded park overlook—city views sprawling below, no one around. "Backseat, strip fully," he ordered. I complied, nude and spread as he joined, snapping the new collar around my

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.

My torso still provided a fairly good display, but once my bottom was covered, sitting down was not a problem, despite the spanking. We had a wonderful evening, playing cards until 11:30, switching partners every six games. Sandra won. After we'd quit cards, Master showed Dan and Sandra our bondage furniture. As he talked about it, I got the familiar tingles from imagining myself bound and helpless. Sandra noticed. "It still gives me a little shot of adrenaline," Sandra whispered. "Wish I was a bit younger." To the two men, she said, "Come on, Dan. Let's give these two love birds a little space. I think the slave is getting antsy."

he breathes, eyes fixed on my movements. “Mmm,” I moan, spreading myself further. “What have you tried already?” He swallows hard. “Mostly cuffs, ropes, blindfolds, and gags. A mistress last week introduced temperature play.” My fingers slip inside myself as I ask Adam, “Master, shall we edge him? He hasn’t earned release yet, but I’m tempted by this cock.” I run my Louis Vuitton heel along his shaft. “I approve, pet,” Adam replies huskily, stroking his cock slowly.

the whole shelf was decorated with Bondage rope , Spreader bars and yokes ,Collars , Anal hook , arm binder , Gags , bondage tape , Ankle Cuffs , Floggers , whips , paddles , canes , cat suit , chastity belts , Nipple Clamps , Pussy pumper. He took the red hanky and blindfolded her...she shook at his sudden blindfolding ....she said "Hey....darling what aaaaaah" ...she screamed because she felt a sudden force on her body....he threw her in bed with a force because she was calling him darling continuously ....

My body convulsed as well, as I held the silver egg against my clit, prolonging the orgasm. Sometime later, we all lounged in a cloud of sandalwood-scented bubbles in a bathtub big enough to play water polo in. After that, the boys introduced me to the sling. I was a little worried at first, but once I was in it, I didn't feel confined at all. I lay back against the faux leather straps, arms and legs swinging freely while the guys took up positions in front and behind me. Kaz stepped up between my legs while Ty positioned himself at my rear. Before we got started though, they pushed me back and forth like a kid on a swingset, until I was laughing and relaxed. Then Ty leaned in and nibbled on

he commanded, and I was actually grateful for an easy command to follow. I heard him leave the room for a moment, then he was back moving about. It sounded like he had gone from one corner of the bed to the others and the bed had wiggled a few times. There was a moment of quietness, then he said, "I am going to bind you to the bed. It will help you exercise control. You will not always have that assistance," he warned. I couldn't help but wondered how far into the future he was planning, as he slid my body into position. My left arm was tugged to the side as something – rope? – was looped around it. He moved on to my ankle on that side of the bed. How could this possibly help because my juic

I saw a woman, myself, kneeling on the Danress surrounded by cocks. In my perverted daydream, hands were grabbing my hair and pulling me this way and that as cocks were shoved into my mouth and down my throat. I thought about the ropes winding around my wrists, binding me to the bondage frame or to the hook in the ceiling above me. I thought about the groping hands, the mouths, the cocks. I thought about them holding me in their strong hands, thrusting into all my holes while I felt almost weightless. They could throw me around like a doll. They could use me thoroughly. They could give me the greatest pleasure I had ever known.

You want to know how things are going for us romantically and physically. Our sex life is exemplary, thank you very much. I won’t lie and say we are humping like bunnies. But we do have sex, and it’s always great. Over the years, we’ve experimented sexually as Cassidy continued making great strides in her recovery from what that douchebag did. We tried bondage once. It was a no go with Cassidy being tied up or blindfolded. She went into full panic mode, and we decided it wouldn’t be for us. If bondage does come into the bedroom, I’m getting tied up. And I’m a-okay with that.

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD #RULE 1: I WILL SERVE, OBEY, AND PLEASE MY MASTER. I lie naked on a cold, hard surface, my wrists and ankles bound tightly to four wooden posts. The air is thick with anticipation and the faint scent of leather. My heart races as I hear footsteps approaching. The man who owns me, my master, strides into view. His tall, muscular frame is adorned with a black leather harness, accentuating every curve and ridge of his sculpted body. A leash dangles from one hand, its collar sparkling with silver.