Romans & histoires Bondage Books

“You’ve been a bad girl, touching yourself without permission. Time to remind you who owns this body. Hands behind your back, now.” I obeyed instantly, my wrists crossing behind me as he knelt on the bed. The rope was cool and smooth against my skin, his fingers deft as he tied tight knots, binding my wrists securely. The restraint sent a thrill through me, my pulse racing as he moved to my ankles, tying them together so my legs were forced closed, my slick thighs rubbing against my pulsing clit. Then came the blindfold, plunging me into darkness, every sound and sensation amplified. The creak of the bed, the rustle of his sweatpants, his heavy breathing—it was all electric, making my skin p

Calm and peaceful. Okay, It will take me a while to get used to this. When I enter the upper floor, My heartbeat quickens when I see a pretty redhead girl in the middle bound by silk ribbons. The sound of slaps is louder here. I know this. I think to myself, trying to recall. It is some sort of ribbon bondage presentation. It’s called gentle bondage. The redhead is bound to an upholster ottoman with a wide red ribbon. She is being gently spanked. Even though it is gentle, she flinches, just a little, every time Dom hits her.

“Yes… I’m yours.” “Good girl.” He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her wrists behind her back. With the soft black ribbon that had been part of her auction outfit, he tied her hands together , not painfully tight, but secure enough that she couldn’t pull free. The light bondage made her feel deliciously helpless and heightened every sensation. Mikhail knelt behind her, spreading her knees wide on the silk sheets. He ran two fingers through her cum-filled pussy, scooping up some of his own seed before pushing it back inside her. “Look at that. Already leaking my cum. But we’re just getting started.”

"You've been suppressing it for too long." She shook her head. "That's impossible. I'm not that strong." Kael crouched in front of her, his expression serious now. "You're not supposed to be. Not unless you were born with bound magic." She stared at him. "You keep saying that. What does it even mean?" He studied her wrist again, the mark still glowing faintly. "When two powers-demon and witch merge, they create something called the Bloodbound. A fusion. The last one nearly destroyed three realms."

She moaned into his mouth as his tongue plunged down her throat. She felt his hands about her waist, realized that he was battling with her skirt and tights. She lifted her hips, tried to dislodge his weight but the movement only aided his task as he pushed the layers of material over her hips and down her thighs. Then he gave her the release she sought. Drawing back, his fingers pulled her clothes down to her ankles. Her boots stopped him, but only for a moment. Then she was naked. Totally naked in this stranger's bed. With her arms trapped behind her back, she could not move enough to sit up. He smiled down at her as he reached behind him. "You like ropes?" It was a rhetorical question. Ki

It was time to introduce her to He shifted in his seat as his cock showed its appreciation by swelling uncomfortably. Shibari was an erotic form of bondage that used ropes to bind the sub in artistic and creative ways and he knew that the scarlet nylon rope he had would look particularly good against Lisa’s skin. He had practiced the intricate knots and was suddenly very keen to try them out on his Sweet Lisa. Seeing her bound, the knots and ropes making beautiful patterns across her skin would be a fantasy come true.

The title, embossed in deep crimson, read *The Bondage Codex: A Victorian Manual of Restraint and Ecstasy*. “Tonight’s text is more demanding,” he said, voice low and smooth as he opened the book. The pages shimmered faintly as if alive. “It requires full physical compliance. The ink will bind you, and it grows tighter when you make sound. You will read the instructions aloud while I follow them precisely. Do not stop reading, no matter how desperate you become.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. “Yes, Mr. Thorne.” He guided me to an antique rolling library ladder fixed against one of the taller shelves. “Climb three steps and turn to face me. Arms raised and gripping the sides.”

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is drenched in bondage, submission, BDSM, and dark role play. Only keep reading if you’re strong enough to surrender and curious enough to crave what happens next! ~~~ I have been stripped naked with my wrists bound behind my back for what seems like hours. In reality, My boyfriend, Liam and I have only spent a short time in the dungeon with our new mistress, Mistress Selene, but time has no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls.

She was scrolling through bdsm's history and came across several things and their explanations. The first thing she came across was rope bondage. Her heart thumped as she clicked on it. She read the words on her screen. Rope bondage restricts and restrain the movements of a submissive partner. The rope could either be wrapped artistically around the sub's body, or suspend the sub in the air.

"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.