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When he grabs her wrist, she feels something silky around them. Aaron grabbed his tie in his fist. "What are you doing?" She tried to push herself away from him, but she failed to fight back with me. "Want to be the tough guy here, huh?" He shakes her head, "No." "Then stop controlling your hormones now and show me your true side." "Lift your arm to the back of your head." She follows his instructions while lifting her arm back to her head. He starts tying her hands together with his tie. "This is called bondage."

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

I said, my face covered with and dripping with my own spit. “Okay, lay down. On your back.” he said, pointing to the couch. I wiped my mouth and chin with my arm, and did as I was told. I wasn’t used to being naked in front of a man before, but I felt oddly comfortable since it was him. I smiled up at him as he climbed on top, and spread my legs apart, looking down at my soft, virgin pussy. He grabbed a pillow that was on the couch, and yanked off the pillowcase, using it as a makeshift bondage accessory to tie my wrists together. “I love that you’re kinky, daddy.” I said, laying helpless before him with my arms bound over my head.

Damien said, "Natalia is ours for the night. No limits except her safe word. Let's begin." They surrounded her, and Natalia felt six pairs of hands on her body....groping, squeezing, exploring. Someone's mouth on her breast, someone else's fingers in her pussy, someone spreading her ass cheeks. "On the bondage bed," Damien commanded. The bondage bed had restraints at all four corners plus the center. They laid Natalia on her back and secured her....wrists and ankles spread wide, completely helpless. "Who wants her pussy first?" Damien asked. "I do," Marcus said, positioning himself between her legs. His thirteen-inch cock pushed into her, and Natalia moaned.

That's when I spotted it, over by the gift pile, a thick velvet rope from some decorative package, probably meant for tying curtains or some rich-girl shit. Perfect. I lunged, snatching it up, the fibers rough in my fist, and dropped back over her, knees pinning her arms. "Time to really agree, Em, BDSM style, my way." She gasped, but her legs spread wider, inviting, as I looped the rope quickly, professional knots from military days, binding her wrists together above her head, then tying the ends to the heavy coffee table leg behind her, stretching her arms taut. She tugged, testing, the rope biting her skin red, but she couldn't move, trapped, helpless, my bound bride.

"You know your safe word and you will use it if needed." Her breathy answer went straight to my cock. "Yes, Sir." Monroe placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before moving behind her. He began an intricate series of loops and knots with one bundle of rope, binding Nessia's arms behind her back. I had seen Monroe's work online, but the allure of the bondage itself wasn't in those pictures. It was watching him work with a single-minded purpose forming designs around her arms while the tail of the rope glided over the skin of her rounded bottom that changed my opinion.

⚠️ 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.

It looked larger in the leather. He locked up their clothes and hooked the key to her collar. “Don’t lose that.” Raven was wet with anticipation, they walked down in the basement, dark with a few low lights, some moans, whip sounds. Once fully down, Raven took in the scene quickly, a couple with bondage, whipping, there was a woman on a stage pole dancing, but in a more beautiful manner. There were couples in every corner, trying different toys, bonds, or just playing as others watch.

Dust fell onto their naked skin like dirty rain. Reza used whatever he could find for improvised bondage — old military ropes, torn strips of clothing, and rusted chains from the corner. He tied Soraya’s wrists tightly behind her back, then bound her full breasts in rough loops until they bulged, flushed deep red, veins standing out under the stretched skin. A thick rope was pulled viciously between her legs, the coarse fibers splitting her soaked pussy lips and grinding hard against her swollen clit. Her ankles were forced wide and secured to metal stakes hammered into the dirt floor, spreading her cunt obscenely open.

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.