Bondage For Beginners Novels & Stories

“These let both partners feel everything more intensely.” Jason’s hand brushed Aria’s lower back. “Interesting.” She swallowed. Then came the bondage section. Cuffs in leather and metal, soft ropes, blindfolds, collars, spreader bars. “These are for when you want to play with power,” the woman explained. “Control. Trust.” Aria’s eyes landed on a set of black leather cuffs with padding inside and small silver buckles. They looked… intense, but not terrifying. “You like those?” Jason asked quietly.

“Hit him like a girl.” The young alpha looked torn between wanting to be upset and wanting to smack Kadence in the face and Dyllen wholeheartedly understood. She cautiously stepped up towards Dyllen and he guided her through the movements, voice clipped. They were working on a series of moves that would allow you to break free of a grapple and escape. Something that was vitally important for anyone whose size would otherwise be a hindrance. Which was all his lanky teens and both the omegas. To his left, he could hear Linus praising Bangs for his movements and Dyllen gritted his teeth as Kadence lobbed new snarky comments at the other alpha.

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

She turned around, and wrapped her arms around my neck, while crying on my shoulders. Hearing her sobs, anger surged through me. I'm so going to deal with that bastard, how dare he hurt my woman? How dare he mess with my property? I'm going to make sure that I make him go through so much pains, that he won't be able to take it. "Shhhhhhh! Don't cry." I hushed her, as I patted her back, while stroking her hair. I never knew she could be this vulnerable. I was still lost in thought, when she pulled away from me, and what she did next, made me froze on my spot, she grabbed my face, and smashed her lips on mine, as my eyes widened in shock. What! The mating bond!...

The first paragraphs were plain, stating that consent may be withdrawn at any time, safewords were in place, medical disclosures were required and aftercare was expected. My nose wrinkled at some of the terminology and I scrunched it without realising. “Point at them and I’ll explain.” I pointed at a block of checked items he had left as examples. He looked at each, one by one, and explained them out. “Bondage (rope, straps etcetera),” he read, tapping the line. “That means being restrained by the hands, ankles, wrists, perhaps chest and throat. I use quick-release knots and quality restraints. Safety shears are always within reach. You can always feel free to tell me if it is too tight.”

“But for that, I need to know how far you’re willing to go.” He sat up, keeping his eyes on mine. “There are physical practices,” he explained. “Like bondage—restraint with ropes, cuffs, or tape. There’s sensory play, where we use blindfolds, temperature gels, special candles, feathers, or clamps. There’s impact play—spanks, paddles, whips, floggers, crops. None of it is done carelessly, and never to harm, but to stimulate.” My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.

His tone switched when he said that last statement, and I giggled, not knowing he was completely serious. “Don’t disobey me, little slut. I want you naked on the bed. Lie there and wait for me to come to you. Don’t make me punish you.” He watched as I took off what was left of my clothing and got on the bed. I could see how hard he was over his sweatpants. They did nothing to hide the erection he was sporting. “You may think you know bondage, but you don’t. I have cuffed you to the bed and to the St. Andrew’s cross before, but that’s light. Bondage involves knowing how to knot a woman in ropes in various positions, unable to move or do anything.”

I can't explain the gratifying feeling these words produce in my body, but what I physically feel is a little twitch of my dick. “You are doing good with the position, Jasper. You just need to practice a little more, I will slowly introduce you to some of the accessories and basic bondage as well.” Is he talking about those plugs I saw in the closet? “We will begin with simple leather cuffs. Stand up.” He ordered me to rise to my feet and he was standing in front of me with some sort of shackles in his hands. “These are fleece-lined leather cuffs and very comfortable to wear. I will first tie your hands at the front, show me your wrist.”

She nodded, her leg shaking nervously under the table. "We are going to spend the first hour and a half on orgasm denial. Seeing how long you can hold off for and how long I can keep you on the edge. This will also be an introduction to many of the positions, bondage and toys that we would use in the future. The second hour and a half will be spent giving you orgasms, using a variety of tools to see what gets you off best. We will be using most of the machines during this part as well as bondage and sensory deprivation techniques. Do you understand?"

I took the contract home. I read it seventeen times. The list of activities was extensive — bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation, edging, sensation play, praise, degradation, and dozens of other terms I had to look up. Next to each one was a space to mark "Yes," "Maybe," "No," or "Curious." I found myself marking "Curious" more than I expected. Bondage — being physically restrained, unable to move. Curious. Sensory deprivation — blindfolds, earplugs, loss of external input.