Bondage And Submission Stories Novels & Stories

I had never known this part of my mother existed. Madison pushed Mason onto the bed. He smiled wickedly, laying back without resistance, his powerful body on full display. “Let your mama show you how to take a man properly, baby girl.” She climbed on top of him first, straddling his hips and sinking down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. Mason groaned, hands reaching for her ass. But Madison was faster. She snapped handcuffs around his wrists, chaining them to the headboard, then secured his ankles. He was completely at our mercy now — spread, helpless, and throbbing.

"It is almost sweet how mad you got." "Have some self-respect, Annabelle," I snapped, turning a cold glare onto her face. "He just called you a trophy, admitted he does not care about you, and joked about passing you to me like an object." "Do you really think I care about his respect, Hillian?" she whispered, stepping straight into my personal space until her chest was nearly touching mine. She reached up, running her soft fingers lightly over my collarbone. "I knew what I was getting into when I signed the papers. His opinion means nothing to me."

Julian growled, walking towards the door and locking it, before climbing onto the bed. He grabbed my ankle and pushed down to lay on the bed, now hovering above me. "How do you want me to punish you for suggesting we need things between us?" He demanded, fondling my boobs through my clothes. "I don't know, anyhow you deem fit." I moaned out as he pinched my nipples. "Very well then." His hands left my boobs, going down between us. To his pants specifically to unbuckle the belt. He pulled it out, grabbing my hands and wrapping the belt around them, not enough to leave a mark but enough to hold my hands down.

"Pound me like you did Emma. Make it hurt so good!" Emma watched from the desk, her legs spread wide and tied down, her pussy dripping even more. "Daddy, please," she begged, her submissive tone soft but desperate. "Fuck me harder and faster too. I need your cock stretching my tight pussy again. Don't leave me empty." I pulled out of Lila's soaked cunt with a wet pop and stepped forward to slam straight into Emma's tight hole. Her virgin walls clamped around me as I thrust hard and fast, my balls slapping her ass. Emma moaned loud, her tied body jerking on the desk.

Just then, her minion grabbed Kayla from my side and held her strongly in place, I watched Kayla struggle to get out of the grips but they wouldn't let go. “If you don't follow us, your nerdy friend would suffer for it,” Jasmine muttere

Damien said, "Natalia is ours for the night. No limits except her safe word. Let's begin." They surrounded her, and Natalia felt six pairs of hands on her body....groping, squeezing, exploring. Someone's mouth on her breast, someone else's fingers in her pussy, someone spreading her ass cheeks. "On the bondage bed," Damien commanded. The bondage bed had restraints at all four corners plus the center. They laid Natalia on her back and secured her....wrists and ankles spread wide, completely helpless. "Who wants her pussy first?" Damien asked. "I do," Marcus said, positioning himself between her legs. His thirteen-inch cock pushed into her, and Natalia moaned.

Bright quickly chipped in, as Richard sat quietly like he wasn't in the room, or he didn't hear me shouting at him. "Except for you, all those other ladies you saw agreed to be sold to the mafia men. They were not kidnapped or forced to be sold. They were only just tied up, as a sign of surrendering to the men. You know the BDSM romance. A sèxual practices that include bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, and sadism." My jaw dropped as I looked at Bright in shock.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

“Bondage, discipline, dominance, submission but in my domain it’s my rules. You sign the contract you follow them.” He pulled out papers from a drawer. “Here, read it.” I took the papers. It was typed out clear. It said Elena Harper agrees to one night with Alexander Black. Physical acts include restraint, spanking, light pain play. No permanent marks, payment upon completion. Confidentiality both ways and no emotional attachment. I looked up. “This is strict. What if I can’t do something?” “Then you say red,” he said. “I stop, but if you sign, you try. No backing out halfway unless you safe word.”

His touch is soft but possessive, promising storms yet to come. A slow burn kindles inside me, a delicious torture of anticipation that tightens my belly and quickens my breath. He stands, tall and commanding, so close I could reach out and touch him—but I don’t. I’m too nervous. Instead, I stay still, swallowed in the gravity of him. He traces a path over my collarbone, down my arms as he bends, until he takes my wrists and lifts them over my head. Bound or not, I am his. He doesn’t need rope to hold me in place—his presence alone is a tether, an unbreakable bond.