Bondage Novels & Stories

“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—”

It was time to introduce her to He shifted in his seat as his cock showed its appreciation by swelling uncomfortably. Shibari was an erotic form of bondage that used ropes to bind the sub in artistic and creative ways and he knew that the scarlet nylon rope he had would look particularly good against Lisa’s skin. He had practiced the intricate knots and was suddenly very keen to try them out on his Sweet Lisa. Seeing her bound, the knots and ropes making beautiful patterns across her skin would be a fantasy come true.

Killian finally spoke, watching the stage and the red-haired girl on it as he sipped his cocktail. "What's going to happen to her?" I had no idea when that question slipped out of my mouth. It was so startling seeing something like this and I honestly didn't know how to feel. "B.A.D." "What does that mean?" "Bondage and discipline." My heart stopped for a mere second. "It's a BDSM power play." He continued, taking another casual sip. "Having another person control your pleasure, training you to obey, follow rules, disciplining you if you fail to follow instructions, and so on."

She was scrolling through bdsm's history and came across several things and their explanations. The first thing she came across was rope bondage. Her heart thumped as she clicked on it. She read the words on her screen. Rope bondage restricts and restrain the movements of a submissive partner. The rope could either be wrapped artistically around the sub's body, or suspend the sub in the air.

"But of direction. If I'm being type sufficient to apply something small like needles, then I opt to use a whole lot of them." I sniffled, then skipped alongside at his facet while he used his chain leash to drag me, pausing to warfare only some times, and on every occasion became met with a harsh tug that made me choke a bit. And status out of doors the non-public dungeon - the only with a desk in it, I knew - with a Master whose concept of kindness became the needles for play piercing made me subsequently suppose that I truly became a slave who'd subsequently met my torture match. And perhaps I ought to be extra cautious with what I do. I shifted withinside the bon

Both arms together now with the ribbon circling my forearms, it keeps my arms bound together. If I just pull on this... loose strand... at the end of the cone... I can... close the loops and... yes! Pulling on the strand tightens my restraints, perfectly encasing my slender arms in my own ribbon bondage, pinning them together for the sake of daddy's gift! I can't separate them, which makes a sudden flash of fearsweat hit my skin. Oh, boy! It makes me nervous knowing that there's no going back, that

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."

I took the contract home. I read it seventeen times. The list of activities was extensive — bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation, edging, sensation play, praise, degradation, and dozens of other terms I had to look up. Next to each one was a space to mark "Yes," "Maybe," "No," or "Curious." I found myself marking "Curious" more than I expected. Bondage — being physically restrained, unable to move. Curious. Sensory deprivation — blindfolds, earplugs, loss of external input.

she whispered. “But it’s more than that.” He continued working, his fingers deft and practiced. “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.”

i pull out my phone and call, "Hey buddy. Are you doing anything tonight?" Sitting down on the couch I await his answer. "Not really. There is this one girl that has been trying to get me to fuck her senseless, but other than that no." He is quiet for a minute, "Here's an idea. Since she wants me to fuck her, why don't you come over and we can tag team her. Maybe you can do some of your bondage shit on her too. She might get a kick out of it and we could fuck her till she's raw. I mean here me out. Tie her up, gag her and then we can fuck her senseless. Hell, we wouldn't even need to use a condom. She would be our come bag."