Bondage Novels & Stories

My body convulsed as well, as I held the silver egg against my clit, prolonging the orgasm. Sometime later, we all lounged in a cloud of sandalwood-scented bubbles in a bathtub big enough to play water polo in. After that, the boys introduced me to the sling. I was a little worried at first, but once I was in it, I didn't feel confined at all. I lay back against the faux leather straps, arms and legs swinging freely while the guys took up positions in front and behind me. Kaz stepped up between my legs while Ty positioned himself at my rear. Before we got started though, they pushed me back and forth like a kid on a swingset, until I was laughing and relaxed. Then Ty leaned in and nibbled on

His forefingers swirled around the little nubs and they became instantly hard and swelled to almost double their usual length. "I've never experienced anything like this," I whispered. "It's almost as if I feel I'm wrapped up, or, I don't know, mummified." "This is similar to Shibari, Japanese rope bondage," he said conversationally, "and this part," he tapped the rope where it went down from my belly and between my vaginal lips, "is called a crupper." I was still looking in the mirror in utter amazement and trying to take everything in as he was speaking.

Sebastian chuckled, "I guess he didn't find me stealing your first dance funny." With a mischievous grin, he pulled Bella to where Luca was Sitting with a few people, handing her to him. He sat coldly,his eyes fixed on her. Before anything was said between them Elle heard her Mother in laws voice as she announced the blood oath, talking about the tradition. Elle knew this part of the ceremony was intimate and she hoped Luca was going to be corporative. The blood oath was a ritual done to seal a bond between the married couple, it was mostly done at their mafia weddings as part of the ceremonies.

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 — 4 Chains — 3 Ropes — 3 Cuffs (leather) — 4 Cuffs (metal) — 3 Gags — 4 Suspension — 2 Impact/Percussion Spanking — 4 Flogging — 4 Whipping — 2 Canes — 3 Belts — 2 Riding crops— 2 Cat-o-nine — 2 Wooden paddles — 3 Full body beating — 1 Hair pulling (receiving) — 4 Hair pulling (giving) — 4 Face slapping — 2 Sexual activity Oral sex (giving) — 5

Nothing to write home about really, though, and it had left her wondering if the whole thing had been overhyped, like some lame movie the studios really wanted you to see anyway. Her stomach fluttered again as she sat in front of the computer and tapped the touchpad, waking the computer. The open tab was a website about BDSM in general. She skimmed information about power exchange, and about Dominants and submissives, defining roles and outlining characteristics. Another tab laid out various kinds of kink: bondage, rope play, spanking, which she learned was part of what was called 'impact play,' the pleasure/pain connection, and more. She felt herself becom

"Did anyone talk to you about getting out of bondage as soon as you were done? Once you are out of the 'sexing' mode and have been satisfied, bondage can get really uncomfortable for the limbs." "How would you know that?" "I have known others who wanted to experiment. Some were pretty committed. For instance, one girl always wanted to be bound face-down, and maybe with more than one guy involved... one to visit each hole plus a switch-hitter to finish, doing both holes after she was sloppy. Another time a girl and a guy wanted a third for a double bondage. They wanted to be there, helpless, while

EMBERLY* I patiently wait as Derrick strokes and braids the Japanese silk rope in shibari knots from my lower torso up and around my breast, then up and over my shoulders as he weaves the material along my spine. I relish in the feeling of my breast jutting out between the bindings of the silk rope that tingle and throb, making my core pound. I can feel my fluids coating the inner layer of my thighs. I do my best to keep from coming as Derrick works his magic. He sucks and nibbles at my flesh as he works the silk rope and knots up and down my back. Derrick's hooded gaze meets my own as he puts me in a standing position. He licks and fingers my sex before binding the outer edges of my folds u

The textured surface of the dildo made sure that she'd still feel the consequences of every attempt at movement, though. It was bondage with no ropes, cuffs or chains. Just these two dildos, held in place by unyielding metal, were enough to completely immobilize her. She was on all fours with no way back or forth, her knees already hurting from the hard wooden box she was kneeling on. Because of course Mistress wouldn't be satisfied with just nailing her in place, spit-roasted. A punishment was supposed to be as grueling as possible, and this unassuming box was the final nail in Nadine's coffin of cramped discomfort.

“I would suggest to you if the wrong male did this to you, you’d feel angry, threatened, afraid. Yes?” “Yes.” “But with me, you have come to believe that even though I’ve taken control, I won’t use it against you—it will be a good experience, not a painful one. Yes?” “Yes.” His eyes got intense. “With the right application, bondage takes a person beyond their control in the hands of another. A pair together, finds boundaries—where the submissive partner is out of control, and perhaps afraid—and explores those boundaries together. The skills I have developed… they aren’t to hurt you, Jess. They’re… they’re to urge you to reach beyond your boundaries, and find f

“The one you felt when you pulled me down. The one that opened before you were born.” She leans in, voice dropping to a whisper that brushes the inside of my ear. “The world bends around your blood, Saxa. when you resist too hard, it will push back.” I swallow hard, dizzy. “Why? Why are you showing me this? What on earth do you want from me?” She finally answers, “To untether you,” she whispers. “From your wolf, from your bond, from him.” My chest caves inward, panic slicing through me. “No—”