Bondage Novels & Stories

He looked at them with a strange kind of reverence. “What did you use it for, then?” “To make sure you stop playing games with me, Jade.” He opened the box. Black velvet. Luxury. The kind of packaging that only hides the darkest desires. My breath caught. Leather cuffs. A silk blindfold. Things that were meant to take away my control and give it entirely to him. And then I saw it—the smaller, polished piece. My throat went dry. “Killian…” He didn’t answer. He just watched me, studying the flicker of shock in my eyes and the way my lips parted. He was reading me like a contract he intended to rewrite.

Bright quickly chipped in, as Richard sat quietly like he wasn't in the room, or he didn't hear me shouting at him. "Except for you, all those other ladies you saw agreed to be sold to the mafia men. They were not kidnapped or forced to be sold. They were only just tied up, as a sign of surrendering to the men. You know the BDSM romance. A sèxual practices that include bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, and sadism." My jaw dropped as I looked at Bright in shock.

it stays with me. I mark it green. And I tick black for “not done before.” Bondage comes next, broken down again. Wrists, ankles, full-body, breast binding, mouth. The specificity surprises me, but I go through them one by one, listening to the quiet voice inside me that knows the difference between curiosity and discomfort. Then comes Breath Control. The description reads: Only practiced safely, with awareness of pressure points and no obstruction that could cause damage. It’s written carefully, not with the usual bravado some men use when listing what they like, but with caution. Responsibility.

The bond between Navana and her child was one of immeasurable love, and the goddess had risked everything to protect her precious daughter from the prying eyes of the gods. In the quiet depths of her chambers, Navana often found herself consumed by a bittersweet longing. Her heart yearned for the child she had birthed in the mortal realm, a legacy that remained unseen and unknown by those around her. The weight of her secret burdened her, and she questioned the choices she had made in the name of love.

Bella whimpers a little at the unfamiliar feeling as she's used to me going for less restrictive breast bondage normally, but I want her tits sensitive, yearning to be touched. A few more knots and I'm done, leaving her tits constricted at the base and sticking out from her body invitingly. I move to her thighs next and bind her ankles to them, rendering her helpless that way. A few more loops around her waist follow, and I bring the last length of rope from above her belly button between her pussy lips, and tie it to the waist ropes in back. I check all the knots, they are tight and the ropes

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

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 more she read, the more she realized that BDSM was not merely a physical act; it was a complex interplay of trust, communication, and mutual understanding. Hours passed, and Lily found herself navigating a labyrinth of information, her head buzzing with a myriad of terms and concepts. She discovered that BDSM was not just about bondage, dominance, submission, and sadomasochism. It was a spectrum of desires, fantasies, and boundaries, woven into a tapestry of connection and consent.

Calm and peaceful. Okay, It will take me a while to get used to this. When I enter the upper floor, My heartbeat quickens when I see a pretty redhead girl in the middle bound by silk ribbons. The sound of slaps is louder here. I know this. I think to myself, trying to recall. It is some sort of ribbon bondage presentation. It’s called gentle bondage. The redhead is bound to an upholster ottoman with a wide red ribbon. She is being gently spanked. Even though it is gentle, she flinches, just a little, every time Dom hits her.

Ash obeyed instantly. Elias took a length of soft, black silk rope. He began to bind Ash’s wrists behind his back, his movements sure and practiced. It wasn’t just a tie; it was an art form. The rope crisscrossed Ash’s chest, highlighting his muscular pecs, framing his nipples. It wrapped around his waist, down to his thighs, forcing his legs slightly apart. His dick and balls were left free, jutting out from the intricate web of rope. He was a work of art, a living sculpture of submission.