Bondage In The Woods Novels & Stories

I gasped. Before I could slap his hand away, he moved fast, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head with his one big hand. The rope came next. He twisted quickly, looping it around my wrists, then tying it to the simple wooden headboard. I tugged hard, but the knots were firm and tight. Bondage. Actual rope bondage from my asshole cousin. My pulse raced with fury and… arousal. I was getting soaked quickly. “Caleb! Untie me right now, you prick.”

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.

the whole shelf was decorated with Bondage rope , Spreader bars and yokes ,Collars , Anal hook , arm binder , Gags , bondage tape , Ankle Cuffs , Floggers , whips , paddles , canes , cat suit , chastity belts , Nipple Clamps , Pussy pumper. He took the red hanky and blindfolded her...she shook at his sudden blindfolding ....she said "Hey....darling what aaaaaah" ...she screamed because she felt a sudden force on her body....he threw her in bed with a force because she was calling him darling continuously ....

Lorenzo leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “Our special initiation. To seal the soul bond completely. You run into the woods. We hunt. When we catch you…” His voice dropped to a growl. “…we claim you. All three of us. Together. Under the moon. Until the bond sings and your body forgets anything but us.” My mouth went dry. Then wetter everywhere else. The idea—running, heart pounding, their growls behind me, then being pinned, filled, taken—sent a fresh gush of arousal down my thighs.

Next, I went to work on her feet, tying her ankles with rope before lifting and bending them at the knee to attach them to the back of the pony. "Are you comfortable Gem?" "Ye...yes." She stammered over the word and I could sense the slight tinge of fear and uncertainty. "This is called a wooden horse. It can be used to inflict great pain, or at a lesser level, like now, it can be a fun game." Her eyes followed me as I moved around her making sure her bonds were okay. When I was sure the tension was right, I attached the clamps that hung from the ceiling to her tits, and wrapped the bondage rope around her neck.

Humiliation burned hot, but I craved it, moaning vibrations around him. Pulling out, he hauled me up, bending me over the bed. “Spread wide.” I did, ass up. He fetched ropes from a drawer—proper bondage gear—and tied my ankles to the bedposts, immobilizing me. A blindfold followed, plunging me into darkness. Sensory deprivation heightened every touch.

But emotion ran high — in the glisten of Augustus’s eyes, in Julian’s quiet smile, in the way Marisol’s hands trembled as she passed them the ceremonial binding cord. It was a strip of cloth, made from the combined threads of Ember’s old photography shawl and Asher’s childhood tunic — knotted three times by pack hands under the full moon. Marisol wound it around their joined hands. “With earth, with blood, with bone — we bind you,” she said. “With choice, with love, with fate — we bless you.” The moment they were declared bonded, the howls came again — louder now, full-throated and fierce, echoing through the forest like a song that had been waiting generations to be sung again.

He said, now full on laughing too. "What? How? Why?" The alcohol was really making our conversation funnier than it would have been if we were sober. "Well, for starters, I thought it was like marriage but naughtier and more fun. If you did bondage with someone, it meant you loved them." "Tied up, together? And what about now?" I asked, loving where the conversation was headed. "Now, it simply has become a part of me. To be the one my woman turns to when she wants to feel used and abused."

“Stronger. Bolder. And… more irresistible than ever.” Aella swallowed, chest heaving, pulse spiking. “I… draw strength from you,” she whispered, letting the intimacy bolster her control of the Heartwood. The forest itself seemed to acknowledge their bond. Vines and roots responded to their shared rhythm, creating barriers, channels, and traps for the Red Fang. Every synchronized movement was a dance of power, strategy, and forbidden connection.

Leia urged me, as she crawled out through my eyes to come see for herself. "Can you just stopped talking Leia? You're annoying." I huffed angrily, before going to a direction, which leads to God knows where. I kept walking down the woods, sniffing, just so I could get where the scent was coming from. I was still walking down the woods, when a net from nowhere, trapped me, and the next thing I know, I was already on my knees, covered with the big net, making me unable to move. "Argh!" I winced, as I tried standing up, but fell on my knees again. Oh please save me, moon goddess. I won't disobey mom again if you save me this one more time.