Bondage And Submission Stories Novels & Stories

“Kneel” I dropped and he circled me slowly. Then his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. “You did well. You deserve a reward”. He pushed me down onto my stomach, flat on the cold wood floor. He walked away and was back shortly after only to grab my arms and for me to feel something rough and hemp being used to bind my wrists behind my back tightly, but not tight enough to cut. “Tss!”. The knots pinned my arms and forced my shoulders back, arching my spine. I gasped as he pulled my sweatpants down, exposing me.

I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat on the bed and tore the package open. My new thick veiny dildo, it was even bigger and more realistic than I expected, two slutty lingerie sets…one black sheer babydoll and one tiny red crotchless teddy, the upgraded ring light and the sturdy tripod. My pussy clenched just looking at it all. I was soaked again. I snapped a quick photo of the opened box and sent it to HotFantasy88. **Me:** It came. Look what I got 😳 The big one is huge. I’m so horny right now after all that stress.

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Her pussy gushed all over his pants. The night with the blindfold took her deeper into giving up control. Dante put the harness on tight first. The leather straps bit her skin a bit. It showed her she gave in. Ropes came next. They tied her wrists to ankles in a bent way. It made her back curve and ass point up. Open for him. He put the soft black cloth over her eyes last. All light went away. The world got small to sounds and feels: the floor creak as he walked around her, his even breaths, the whip moving quiet. The first hit came with no sign. Air whooshed, then crack on her ass. Hurt burst fast and mixed up. Lou cried out. Her body turned in the ties. She tried to count out loud. But no

Toussaint’s speed on Jace’s cock doubled, stroking his full length as fast as he could while they both moaned from a mutual pleasure. Jace bucked and went taut in Toussaint’s embrace as he felt himself on the edge. “I’m cumming,” he managed to say breathlessly as he threw his head back. Thick white ropes of cum spurted from Jace’s cock continuously as Toussaint stroked him while Jace whimpered weakly until he went limp in place. “My turn,” Toussaint whispered huskily against Jace’s earlobe and Jace’s limp cock went erect immediately.

The final text was a thin volume bound in plain leather. It contained no title. Only the word O was stamped on the cover. Inside were stories of submission, a collection of narratives detailing extreme power exchanges, each followed by academic commentary. Elara read selected passages until her skin crawled with a strange mix of dread and arousal. The stories were not fantasies. They were case studies. And the commentaries dissected the psychological, even spiritual, architecture of surrender with chilling clarity. The last story ended mid-sentence. The next page was blank. Her own story would be written there. She was to be the final case study, the living application of the theory. The tex

“You feel the bond. Stop lying.” “Get off,” she said, shoving me. I held her wrists, pinning them above her head. “You’re mine,” I said, my body pressing against hers. “The pull is stronger than your hate.” “No,” she said, struggling. “I fight it.” “Fight all you want,” I said, my mouth on her neck, sniffing her scent. “Mmm. You smell like mate.” “Stop,” she said, kicking. I pushed her down to the ground, holding her legs. “Submit,” I said, my voice a command. “The bond wins.”

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

“Unfortunately, though, I won’t see you inside. It’s a more exclusive event this time around.” “That’s too bad,” Willow said, not really meaning it. Jeff was nice enough, but she’d have preferred her holiday adventures in the community room to remain a bit more anonymous than they had. She took a deep breath and paused before going into the room. The banner suggested that whatever was going on inside involved BDSM-- bondage, discipline/domination, submission/sadism, and masochism. She was familiar with all of that, of course, but had never given it too much thought.