Bondage And Submission Stories Novels & Stories

Alana didn't say anything and I thought that was the end of the matter. The next three weeks were normal, nothing but straight sex and plenty of it, and then one night I came home from work to find Alana wearing her vinyl corset and black high heeled boots. It was her way of telling me that tonight was going to be a 'light bondage night' and that it was my turn to submit. She ordered me to disrobe and then had me sit on one of our straight back dining room chairs and then she tied my arms and legs to the chair. Next she tied a blindfold over my eyes and said, "Tonight slave, you will learn to suck a cock. I'm going to parade all of my lovers past you and after you have sucked all their cocks

When we entered the bedroom I stopped, taking in what he had prepared. The bed had been stripped down to just the mattress. Black restraints were attached to all four corners. A spreader bar lay on the nightstand next to an array of toys. Paddles. Floggers. Clamps. Vibrators. A riding crop. Everything I had told him I wanted to try. My pussy clenched at the sight. "On the bed," he commanded. "Face up. Arms and legs spread." I climbed onto the mattress and positioned myself exactly how he wanted. Arms stretched above my head. Legs spread wide. Exposed. Vulnerable. My heart was racing so fast I could hear it pounding in my ears.

she asked. “Looking to forget.” She led me to Room Nine. Smaller. Darker. A padded bench, chains on the wall, a mirror opposite so you had to watch yourself break. I stripped her slow—deliberate. Black corset unlaced, panties slid down long legs. She was beautiful. Eager. Perfectly submissive. I bent her over the bench. Cuffed her wrists to the legs. Spread her thighs. I didn’t bother with foreplay. I rolled on a condom, lined up, and thrust in hard.

The screen filled with results, and my face went up in flames instantly. Pictures. Articles. Videos. Words I’d never seen before—words like “submissive,” “dominant,” “flogging,” “bondage,” “impact play.” There were lists of toys: cuffs, paddles, ropes, plugs. Descriptions of scenes that made my heart race and my stomach flip all at once. Oh goddess. What had I gotten myself into?

BLAIRE I gripped Raymond’s massive shoulders, my knuckles turning white as I slammed my weight down onto him. The leather of the sofa creaked under us, but the sound was drowned out by the wet, rhythmic slap of our bodies meeting. Every time I rose and fell, his thick cock buried itself deeper into my aching core, stretching me until I felt like I was going to burst. I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved.

“And I’m going to tease this greedy little pussy of yours until you’re screaming. And you’re not going to come until I say you can. And you’re certainly not getting my cock until I decide you’ve earned it.” Her pussy clenched, empty and aching, at his words. The humiliation, the absolute control—it was everything she’d fantasized about for years. She nodded, wordless. “On your back. Legs spread. Arms above your head.” She obeyed, her heart hammering. He moved with practiced efficiency, tying her wrists together with the silk rope and securing them to the wrought-iron headboard. The bonds were firm, unyielding, but the silk was smooth against her skin. He looped more rope around her ankles, t

"Eventually, if you want it. One of us inside you while the other takes you from behind. Or both of us taking you together, filling you completely. But that's advanced, Bella. We'd work up to it over months, maybe years. No rush, no pressure." "What about the BDSM stuff? The ropes and restraints?" "Only if you want to explore them. Bondage can be beautiful—being tied up means surrendering control completely, trusting us to take care of you while you're helpless. Some people find it incredibly freeing. But it's not required. We can have a fulfilling D/s relationship without any of that if you prefer." "And pain?"

He ordered. The glass was cold against my skin as I lay back, the chandelier lights above me glaring down. Marcus spread my wrists above my head, binding them with leather cuffs and fixing them to the table legs. My ankles were next and he secured them wide apart until I was utterly exposed. The woman circled me like a predator, running her long manicured nails along the glass table. “So helpless,” She purred. Her hand skimmed up my thigh, making me quiver. “Touch her.” Marcus smirked as he settled into the sofa, man spreading like a king watching his entertainment.

"Not yet, baby. Daddy has more in store for you." He untied my wrists just enough to reposition me, flipping me onto my back and securing the tie to the coffee table leg, spreading my arms wide. Vulnerable, exposed, I watched him grab a leather belt from his discarded jeans... not to whip, but to loop around my ankles, binding them apart. The bondage and dominance edge sharpened the air, thrilling and terrifying in its intensity. "Tell me your fantasies, Liv," he demanded, kneeling between my splayed legs, cock throbbing against my thigh. "Every dirty detail."

he says His jacket it the floor. Her dress followed. His eyes darkened as he took her in …wearing nothing but lace which hugged her curves well.. He took up his trouser as they both sank into the couch… He wore a condom and then eased himself into her …their bodies fit.. They moved together slowly. Zaria wrapped her hands around him as he continued to move inside her “Look at me”he commanded And she did … As both of them gave in to wave of pleasure..