Bondage In The Woods Novels & Stories

“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

"Then get on the bed. On your back. Arms above your head." I climb onto the bed and position myself as instructed, my heart hammering. Cade moves to his closet and returns with lengths of soft rope that look well-used. "I'm going to bind you now," he says, his voice calm and authoritative. "Your wrists to the headboard. Your ankles to the footboard. You'll be spread open and completely at my mercy. Color?" "Green," I whisper. He works efficiently, binding my wrists with practiced knots that don't hurt but don't budge when I test them. The rope is soft against my skin, and there's something deeply comforting about the restriction even as my vulnerability makes my pulse race.

One minute they lord around the house acting like they own everyone, the next minute, they are cuddling against your legs, begging to be pet, and following you everywhere. “It’s called bondage.” My heart quickened in my chest when he suddenly answered. “The human mind is a complex thing. And dangerous things such as restraint, control, and force can arouse us.” “People get aroused from bondage?” I blurted out, and he nodded. “Isn’t that dangerous? The ropes would cut off your blood circulation. How the hell are you supposed to get pleasure from that?” My breath caught in my throat when, in response to my question, Christian’s hand suddenly shot towards my neck, catching me in his grip.

"I have you, Kaela." "Now," I begged, my hips lifting instinctively off the bed, searching for him, completely consumed by the heat threatening to burn us both to ash. "Draven, now." He didn't hesitate. Draven reached down, unbuckling his leather belt with one hand while keeping me pinned under his weight with the other. The heavy leather clattered to the floor alongside the rest of his clothes. "No turning back," he whispered, his knuckles brushing the silver marks on my throat, which were now glowing red-hot in the dark. "Once we do this, the bond locks. The mountain won't be able to separate us.”

Great, I thought. I quickly completed my mission. I tied her legs together. I tied her wrists with rope and secured her hands behind her back. I continued weaving the rope around her stomach and over her small breasts until I was done working around her body. The red contrasted well with her skin. She knelt there, her own bodily fluids oozing from her bush. The rope scratched her pale skin as she moved back and forth. She moaned at the raw roughness. I grinned, relieved that my daughter was experiencing bondage for the first time. I respected my master. We both nodded in appreciation.

Chapter 17: She Is Ours Logan For the next section, there are definitions included with each part to add additional clarification. She said yes to bondage using cuffs, heavy, intricate and light bondage, locks, spreader bars, suspension and whole body restrictions using the material of chains, leather, ropes, scarves and tape. Some of the more intense and advanced things she rated as a combination of hard and soft limits. Like before, she has had no experience with any. "Breath play?" Kingston asked.

"Trust me." I guided her wrists behind her back and wrapped the strong, flexible roots around them, binding her securely but not painfully. I tested the knots, making sure she had some movement but couldn’t easily free herself. Another root looped around her waist, securing her upper body against the smooth bark so her full breasts were pushed forward invitingly. Finally, I spread her legs wide and bound each ankle to separate roots, opening her completely to my gaze. She tested the bonds, while breathing fast. Her eyes were wide with a mix of nervousness and arousal.

"This is bondage furniture?" "Yes. Disguised. It has stocks, suspension points, St. Andrews cross, tie downs. It's quite creative. Master designed it." "How many employees do you have?" "Nine, all women except for the male slave. It's as many as we can handle in our basement." "Could you hire me. I'd love working with eight women." I laughed. "That depends. Could you submit to our female dominant and wear a cock cage?" "A what?"

She bowed to the ground, “Please forgive me.” I gulped as I took a deep breath that made my body shiver. I looked down at her and my eyes landed on her hair bound to the ground. “Is this your punishment?”I asked, “Because you used a taboo, you’re bound to the forest?” She raised her head, “Yes.” Her gaze was still glued to the ground, “I can not step outside of it.” “What if you do?” “I can’t.” She shook her head, “It’s like there’s an invisible barrier there. It just won’t let me out.” She gulped, “The hair too, it’s chained to the ground of the forest. I can never leave.”

The room also holds an array of beautifully crafted toys, each one designed to tease and please. Amidst this carefully curated setting, Karen sits in front of a mirror, dressed in a delicate lingerie set. Her expression is one of contemplation rather than sadness, as she combs her hair with gentle strokes. The room is not a place of negativity or power imbalance, but rather a space where trust, communication, and consent form the foundation of their intimate connection. David's approach to bondage is rooted in love and respect for Karen. They have open conversations about boundaries and desires, ensuring that both partners feel safe and comfortable. The room becomes a sanctuary where they ca