Bondage Novels & Stories

I respond. Approval lights his eyes. “Good girl. Seems like you've done some research. Let's see what you've selected.” He scans the checklist. “Bondage, sensation play, impact play. Hard stops are watersports, servitude, and group sex. Open to negotiation, though. Explain your hard stops—not to convince you otherwise, just so I know the boundaries clearly.” “Fair enough, sir. You promise confidentiality?”

Chantelle only gave us twenty minutes to eat, as there were a lot more activities scheduled for this evening. "Lisa, I may have made a mistake planning this for Janet." "How, so?" "It's given Master some ideas. I think whatever Janet goes through this evening will happen to us as well." I saw Dawn, Zoe and Chantelle look at each other and their looks did not reassure me. I was almost positive I was right. "What else did you have scheduled for Janet tonight?" Lisa asked. "Japanese rope bondage by Master Sam," I replied, "called Kinbaku or more often in the US, Shibari."

"We are bleeding and not healing." "Okay, and that is funny how?" "There must have been wolfbane on whatever they hit us with." "Astrid spit it out. What are you trying to say?" "That guy is as good as dead when Hunter and Damon see us." "You mean if they see us. I can guarantee we are headed for the cells." I was right. I could smell the rotting smell of flesh and rogues. Most packs killed rogues in the cells. They usually killed rogues down here. I tried pushing a mind-link through to Damon. Liza said it was something we could do, but we had to try really hard, that it took a lot of practice. Eventually, the wolf's bane made its way into our system enough I could feel Astrid growing tired.

It dictated the use of rigid bondage ropes for aesthetic body ties, alongside specialized restraint sheets and straps to pin the partner firmly to the bed. Under the Sensory Deprivation category, the parchment listed blindfolds, ball gags, and leather muzzles designed to completely restrict speech and enforce the absolute dynamic of submission. In the Spanking and Sensation Play section, there was the explicit use of crops, whips, and heavy leather paddles to deliver strikes of varying, punishing intensities. Finally, under Control and Symbolism, the terms included collars, masks, and submissive hoods. I was utterly horrified. Every single fiber of my being sc

“Yes… I’m yours.” “Good girl.” He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her wrists behind her back. With the soft black ribbon that had been part of her auction outfit, he tied her hands together , not painfully tight, but secure enough that she couldn’t pull free. The light bondage made her feel deliciously helpless and heightened every sensation. Mikhail knelt behind her, spreading her knees wide on the silk sheets. He ran two fingers through her cum-filled pussy, scooping up some of his own seed before pushing it back inside her. “Look at that. Already leaking my cum. But we’re just getting started.”

She didn’t waste time at all as she pulled my brief and climbed into me taking me slowly in her, twisting her waist slowly. “Rowan” she said my name moaning softly as she increased her pace , my body jerked to her like I felt myself climaxing even without my own will. She stood up shortly after I knew she was done with me. I felt used. No, worse. I felt stripped of something sacred. The drug had stolen not just my strength, but my choice, my dignity. What they did—it wasn’t love, it wasn’t intimacy. It was rape. There was no softer word for it.

"Eventually, if you want it. One of us inside you while the other takes you from behind. Or both of us taking you together, filling you completely. But that's advanced, Bella. We'd work up to it over months, maybe years. No rush, no pressure." "What about the BDSM stuff? The ropes and restraints?" "Only if you want to explore them. Bondage can be beautiful—being tied up means surrendering control completely, trusting us to take care of you while you're helpless. Some people find it incredibly freeing. But it's not required. We can have a fulfilling D/s relationship without any of that if you prefer." "And pain?"

1 - Hard Limit (Not willing at all) 2 - Not interested 3 - Neutral 4 - Like It 5- Love it Bondage Blindfolds — 5 Bondage (heavy) — 4 Bondage (light) — 5 Leather restraints — 5 Chains — 5 Ropes — 5 Cuffs (leather) — 5 Cuffs (metal) — 4 Gags — 4 Suspension — 3 Impact/Percussion Spanking — 5 Flogging — 5 Whipping — 4 Canes — 4 Belts — 4 Riding crops— 4 Cat-o-nine —1 Wooden paddles — 4 Full body beating — 2 Hair pulling (receiving) — 5 Hair pulling (giving) —4 Face slapping — 3 Sexual activity Oral sex (giving) — 5 Oral sex (receiving) —5 Swallowing semen — 5

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.

It’s a bondage kit that includes bondage rope, cuffs, a feather tickler, a flogger, a collar with leash, a blindfold, and a breathable ball gag. Tia looks over my shoulder and stifles a laugh. “That’s a whole lot. Are you sure that you’re ready for that?” The truth is that I’m not sure how ready I am. I just know that he’s my mate, and if this is what he needs, I’m more than happy to provide it. I want Devonte to be happy no matter what, and I will do all I can to make that happen. I just hope he’s open to me and the possibilities.