Bondage And Submission Stories Novels & Stories

"Lisa and I own our own business, currently under my husband's company umbrella, though we're hoping to break out of his company shortly. We build bondage furniture. We currently have two other employees; Janet, sitting here with us, and Reneé, another woman." "What's bondage furniture?" Alice asked. "Furniture designed to allow Dominants to tie or confine their submissives for whatever purposes they deem fit. We have a piece in this home we'll show you in a moment," Lisa replied. "You mean for people to get tied up and whipped and shit," Shasta said.

"You don't know much about it, do you?" "I've skimmed a few books but nothing more" Meg replied, shaking her head. "Okay. Tell me what you think about it. I wanna hear your thoughts and conclusions". Jake asked her. "Okay. I think, it involves bondage and whips, maybe a few cuffs and paddles. I know that there's a Dominant person and a submissive one. And that the dominant sort of derives pleasure from giving the submissive pain. Although I do not understand why someone would want that or would want to inflict pain on themselves to please someone" Meg explained.

He released himself in her mouth with a loud grunt. She was gonna touch him ....he hold her neck with a tight grip then said "How dare you to touch me...whore...you are just a submissive of mine" ...her blindfolding ...tieing hand ....everything was screaming one thing...he was the dominant there ...he took the bondage tape then tied it into her mouth...she started sounding but didn't come out...

Doctor Jenkins asked. "Yes, that is exactly the nature of the proposal." Doctor Adams waved a hand. "No market for it Devon." "Doctor, in the major cities of this nation, there are fifty two clubs, night clubs mainly, which have a large and profitable membership catering to this BDSM lifestyle." Devon answered clearly. "Fifty two would indicate there is certainly a market in slavery, at least the fantasy of slavery." "That may well be, however the idea of being sent to such a facility to be trained? That's beyond not only the financial abilities of most people, but the mental abilities of most people." Adams argued.

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

What would it feel like to be locked in that cage, naked and waiting, with his footsteps approaching? I kept reading, heart racing faster. He had a list of rules for subs and that was to address him as Dom always, no touching yourself without permission, and daily tasks to prove devotion. One entry talked about a scene he'd done, binding a guy, edging him for hours with a vibrator on his cock, denying him release until he begged to be broken. Then, finally, fucking him rough while the viberator still buzzed inside him. Reading those words made me leak, my hole aching, empty and desperate. I wanted that denial, the slow build, the flood of release, the overwhelming sensation of being taken ha

He hasn’t seen anything yet. This should be classified as torture. I’m strapped down on the spank bench in the club room, arms, legs, torso pinned so tight against the leather I can barely twitch. No escape, no slack. The wand hums relentlessly on my clit, strapped tight between me and the bench, buzzing. My thighs tremble uselessly, my body already wound too tight, and it feels like the damn thing is fusing to me. This is what happens when your boyfriend is your number one subscriber. Xavier told me he had ideas for my stream, said it with that grin that made me forget the filth he’s capable of. Turns out his idea of fun is borderline criminal.

It dictated the use of rigid bondage ropes for aesthetic body ties, alongside specialized restraint sheets and straps to pin the partner firmly to the bed. Under the Sensory Deprivation category, the parchment listed blindfolds, ball gags, and leather muzzles designed to completely restrict speech and enforce the absolute dynamic of submission. In the Spanking and Sensation Play section, there was the explicit use of crops, whips, and heavy leather paddles to deliver strikes of varying, punishing intensities. Finally, under Control and Symbolism, the terms included collars, masks, and submissive hoods. I was utterly horrified. Every single fiber of my being screamed at me to slam the folder

she whispered. “But it’s more than that.” He continued working, his fingers deft and practiced. “Bondage is meditation for both of us. I have to focus completely on you—on your body, your breathing, your responses. You have to surrender completely to me—to the process, the patience, the vulnerability. It’s a form of intimacy that goes beyond sex.”

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including BDSM elements (bondage, gagging, blindfolding), rough sex, oral sex, facials, and power imbalance dynamics. While consent is present, it explores themes of submission and vulnerability. Have fun lovliessss. CHAPTER ONE “What is it, Ronan? C’mon, you can tell me.”