Bondage And Submission Stories Novels & Stories

I spread my legs as wide as I could, not willing to think of how exposed I was. He grabbed several neckties and tied each ankle to a post at the bottom of the bed. Then he circled to where my arms were still draped over the side and used his bathrobe to tie them. I pulled on each of the ties to see how well they were tied. I wasn't shocked when I found them perfectly cinched. The ties were tight but not enough to cut off circulation, but enough that I could still feel them and knew I was bound. They added to the erotic nature of this moment, and I could feel myself growing wetter with each moment. The sense of submission settled in like a blanket and I began to relax knowing that nothing was

She leaned forward, eager to learn more. Could I tell her about Richard’s playroom? “It’s . . . amazing. I’ve never had better orgasms in my life.” I told her about my love of bondage and sexual submission. I explained that losing control, giving him the power gave me more freedom to embrace the sensuous, erotic feelings and to let go. The combination of pain mixed with the pleasure added spice—like hot sauce—to the experience. I didn’t delve into my personal need for punishment. Roman knew I struggled with ethics of acquitting evil men and women.

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

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.

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.