Bondage In The Woods Novels & Stories

Searching deeper, I can feel what she’d been afraid of. Feeling her tensing tells me she knows I’ve found it. “Hush, Little Queen, let me see, let me in. Our bond is here for a reason.” She stays tensed but she doesn’t shut me out. So, I let myself sink into feeling all over her, letting her feel all of me. Yes, the darkness in her soul, the chains that bind her. I can see and sense it, how it moves against her soul, it’s awakened and it is moving. I know what Odessa said before, but to feel it myself is another thing. Something is wrong…

"Maybe we've been living the sex lives we were meant to have." They had one more week in the experiment. Then they'd decide. That night, Scott pulled a coil of soft black rope from the nightstand drawer, letting it slide through his fingers like liquid. "I want to try something. If you're comfortable." Liv's pulse jumped. Over the past weeks she'd discovered she loved bondage, the trust it demanded, the exquisite surrender it allowed. "Yes." He bound her wrists together, then to the headboard, the knots firm but padded. Next came her ankles, spread wide, secured to the footboard so she was open, exposed, helpless. He added the blindfold last, silk cool against her eyelids, plunging her into

The second the door clicked shut, every bit of tenderness drained from Lisa's face. I started thrashing the second I could, but those straps were way tougher than they looked. Every move just made them dig deeper into my skin. These weren't soft leather straps at all. "Don't bother," Lisa spat. She gave the softer-looking leather straps a little shake, then smiled smugly. "What you're tied with are vines soaked in tree resin from Black Forest. It's what they use to bind prey, you see." She hovered over me, her icy finger gliding across my belly. Her voice was laced with venom as she said, "You're aware, aren't you? That Rex only bonded with you because of me?"

Adrian One year later, "Hold it in and do not let it fall," I instructed the woman that was tied with a rope in the middle of my bondage room to a vertical plank, and she nodded, her mouth stretched open with a ball gag. "Good" Picking up a violet wand, I held it to her exposed skin, pressing a button on it that sent a trail of electric shock through her body, and she groaned, squirming against the air. "Oh no, you did not just!"

Since I ensured they got fucked equally, they seemed content. The materials for our new bed frame were delivered on Tuesday and Lisa and Julia started working on finishing the wood. Mistress Dark and Slut arrived the same day to take possession of our used bondage furniture. They were told I had authorized my slaves to provide four orgasms to whoever picked up the furniture. MD and Slut left having received two orgasms apiece from each of them. Mistress Dark told Julia she'd like to see the finished bed product.

she still starts to beg, but as much as I love hearing her voice, right now it just speeds things up for me beyond what I want. "Come!" I bark at her, then throw my head back and do my best not to succumb myself when I feel her squeeze me hard, her whole body bucking in her bonds. Try as I might, I don't manage to hold out much longer than a couple of seconds, then spend myself deep inside her yet again. The huge advantage of having three people in the same scene who know their way around ropes is that it takes a fraction of the time it would normally take to get Bella out of bondage once she's gently

“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.” She watched his hands work, fascinated by the precision of his movements. He tied knots she couldn’t identify, created patterns she couldn’t parse. The rope wound around her arms, her chest, her thighs—a web of cotton and jute that held her firmly without hurting, that made her feel contained instead of trapped. “How does it feel?” She searched for the right word. “Safe. Held. Like I don’t have to hold myself up anymore.”

A collection of toys and implements was arranged on the nightstand. "Today is bondage day," he explained. "I'm going to tie you up at nine AM and you're going to stay tied until six PM. Nine hours. I'll use you when I want, let you rest when I'm done, give you water and bathroom breaks as needed. But otherwise, you stay bound." My heart was racing. "Nine hours is a long time." "It is," he agreed. "Which is why we're using soft rope, comfortable positions, and I'll be checking circulation constantly. This is about endurance and surrender, not damage. Color?"

Naomi’s POV I couldn’t see. Couldn’t move. Everything was heat and weight and the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears. My wrists were bound. Something rough scraped against my skin, the scent of wolfsbane seeping into every breath I took. My head lolled to the side, but strong arms pulled me upright again. I whimpered. The laughter from earlier echoed around me, louder now. Closer. As if they enjoyed my struggle. I tried to piece together what happened—Layla, the walk, the garden, the woods… Layla.

APRIL I had barely come off the high of my orgasm when Nick barked an order at me. “Get up and follow me.” With wobbly legs, I got up and followed behind him, wondering what more he had in store for me after I’d humiliated myself completely out of sheer desperation for a release. Soon, we walked into a room with a high bed, and not just any kind… A bondage bed. I was genuinely shocked at the excitment that rumbled in my chest at the sight of it. I should’ve been scared for my life after watching Xander and Ace whip that girl and punish her severely with wicked strokes, but I didn’t feel an ounce of fear.