Bondage And Submission Stories Novels & Stories

They fuck me through it, drawing the orgasm out until I’m sobbing, legs shaking uncontrollably. Before I can recover, they flip me onto my hands and knees. The blindfold stays on. Someone grabs my hair, arching my back. New fingers push into me from behind. Deeper this time. A different rhythm — rougher. Another woman reaches under me to play with my swinging breasts, tugging my nipples hard. “Such a perfect submissive whore,” someone says. “Husband works hard to buy this big house and you’re in here getting gangbanged by the neighborhood wives.”

D/S: Dominance (the partner in control during activities) and Submission (the partner who willingly surrenders control and follows the dominant partner's lead). S/M: Sadomasochism (the use of pain or humiliation for pleasure, including giving or receiving such experiences). Bondage and Discipline was where I would be the submissive since it aligned with my interests. Sadomasochism was where Adam would be the submissive, which he sounded very eager for.

I sank down onto his long cock, taking him balls-deep in my cunt. Another guy came behind me and forced his way into my already full ass. I screamed in pleasure as they double-penetrated me, bouncing me between them like a ragdoll. My tits bounced violently. Someone leaned in and sucked hard on my nipple, biting it roughly. Lena was getting the same treatment right next to me — two cocks stretching her holes while she moaned like a pornstar.

“This pussy’s been aching since last night, hasn’t it? Dripping for your stepbrother like the dirty girl you are.” I whimpered and nodded, too turned on to feel ashamed anymore. He found the old jump rope and I asked for it myself, voice shaky. “Tie me up. Please.” He bound my wrists above my head to a pipe, the position leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. Then the blindfold from an old scarf — everything went dark, and every touch became sharper, more intense. I was eagerly waiting for his next move when felt his mouth on my neck. “Hmmm,” I moaned slowly as he licked me up slowly down to my thighs, teasing around my clit until I was dripping down my legs and begging.

Chapter 2: The Binding of the Lamb Trope: Omegaverse / Shibari / Breeding / Submission Heat Level: [NOIR X3] The morning light didn’t bring relief…it only brought clarity. When Maya opened her eyes, the cabin was freezing, the fire having long since surrendered to the mountain’s chill. She tried to move, but her body felt like it had been fused together. The biological lock of the knot had long since subsided, but the phantom weight of it remained…a heavy, dull ache deep in her womb that made every breath feel thick.

It begs until blood is dripping from knees and tears are staining cheeks and I am brought back to the theory of irrational masochism. I look up at a piece and I vaguely remember reading through this submission a while back. There are a couple of photos next to the written portion where a woman is naked, bound completely by red rope. Wax adorns the erogenous parts of her body as she lays across a bed. The pictures are vignette-Esque, only heightening the erotic scenario and making it ten times more personal. Funny enough, it reads: You came undone with only words, responding to a foreign language only spoken by I, one that asks you to strip from your clothes and submit every inch of your skin

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

“And a student should obey her master.” He walked around the table, stopping so close that I could feel the heat from him. He reached out, not to touch me, but to trail a finger over the imperial scroll I had brought with me. “Today’s lesson is on The Art of Submission,” he hissed, his voice dropping to that low, sinful frequency. “Tell me, flower… after a night in my father’s bed, have you learned how to submit? Or do I need to teach you myself?” I looked him in the eye, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Your father is a gentleman,” I hissed, trying to hurt him. “Something you’ll never be.”

bringing her right to the edge of orgasm over and over without letting her come, until she was sobbing and begging, and then finally allowing release that was so intense she saw stars. Xavier introduced her to light bondage.....silk restraints that held her in vulnerable positions while he and his brothers took turns with her body. Silas showed her the pleasure of slow, sensual worship....treating her body like a temple, finding every sensitive spot, learning what made her gasp and moan. At hour twelve, they ordered food and fed her by hand while she sat naked between them, their fingers occasionally wandering to tease and touch between bites. At hour sixteen, they drew her a bath and washed

Sometimes it happened when he meant to have fun. Bobby loved martial arts and was always trying to learn more. Browsing around on YouTube one day he found videos about hojojutsu, the Samurai art of tying people up. He was particularly intrigued by the clips showing different ways of getting the rope on your opponent as you wrestled him. He ran these over and over, studying them, memorising every move. Hojojutsu was used in olden times for taking prisoners for ransom or questioning. Of course Bobby had another use in mind for this ancient art. He cruised S&M sites and found plenty of guys who wanted to be tied up. What he really needed, though, were guys who would resist.