Bondage Sex Story Novels & Stories

Even her stammering makes me smile. "You won't need your dress for this date." I leave the shop feeling her gaze on me. It’s been four months since I’ve had sex. That’s a decision that’s about to be rectified. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fair warning. One of the readers on this book commented: If you don't like BDSM, RUN. Another commented: I don't read BDSM but this is great. And another: Handstock, blindfold and displayed, Cuffs... Everything is touched. So Hot

he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, voice already trembling with need. He started with the leather cuffs. He fastened them around my wrists, then connected them behind my back with a short chain, keeping my arms securely bound. Next he took the soft black rope and wrapped it carefully but tightly around my upper arms and chest, creating a simple harness that framed and lifted my full breasts, ma

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

You want to know how things are going for us romantically and physically. Our sex life is exemplary, thank you very much. I won’t lie and say we are humping like bunnies. But we do have sex, and it’s always great. Over the years, we’ve experimented sexually as Cassidy continued making great strides in her recovery from what that douchebag did. We tried bondage once. It was a no go with Cassidy being tied up or blindfolded. She went into full panic mode, and we decided it wouldn’t be for us. If bondage does come into the bedroom, I’m getting tied up. And I’m a-okay with that.

she told him. “Yes, you can. You just need a few minutes to relax.” She frowned beneath her mask. He said he would stop if she told him to, but now he was refusing. “I know what you’re thinking,” he told her, the amusement echoing in his soft tone. “The point of bondage is to push beyond your comfort zone, to force a deeper satisfaction than you ever thought you could experience. You just need a few minutes to relax before we start again.” Sandra’s frown remained. She didn’t think she could endure more, she was spent, her arms hurt, and her legs ached.

“You’re amazing, too. I only meant to share with you what it could be like with another woman. Men aren’t the only ones who can make you feel special. I hope you understand more now.” “I think I like the p**n flicks...or maybe it’s the bondage that I’m curious about.” She caressed Kiera’s cheek, letting her thumb move over soft lips; Sandi looked into her eyes. “Bondage isn’t as kinky as people think. They don’t understand what’s behind the bondage and how it can enhance sexual experiences. Look what the blindfold did for you.” Kiera’s lips were too close; Sandi wet her own as she enjoyed the look of satisfaction on Kiera’s face.

I fought the tears, “and they begin to have sex in front of me and remember what has been taught to us about mates sleeping with another that is not their mate?” Mandy nodded gasping as she realized what I was about to say, “Oh, my Goddess,” She whispered. “It is real pain. I didn’t think it was, but it is, and it hurt so bad I couldn’t breathe. They had sex almost all day. Then she left and he ordered me to get naked and, on his bed. Then he used the bond against me and made me have sex with him. He claimed it was my reward doe being a good girl.” I felt tears fall down my cheeks like a waterfall.

Her words felt like a fact, a threat and a warning all at once, but above all, it was fucking hot. Her hand suddenly unzipped my pants and slid in to grab my cock through my tight black briefs, her hand warmer and closer, rubbing even more erotically. I groaned into her hair, my eyes sliding closed briefly from the pleasure. She asked, her soft voice dripping with desire. “What is it you owe me, Adonis?” I pried my burning eyes open, leaning back slightly to meet her lustful gaze. “Bondage sex.”

He stood up, the movement fluid and dangerous, and grabbed my hair to tilt my head back. "On your knees, Blaire," he commanded, his voice a dark, jagged rasp. "Take it." I slid off the counter, my legs shaking so hard I nearly collapsed. I sank to the floor, my knees hitting the cold tile. Raymond reached for his belt, the heavy metal buckle clinking as he tore it open. He shoved his dark trousers down, and I saw it. He was massive, his cock dark, engorged, and pulsing with a frantic life of its own. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I wrapped them around his thick girth, and then I took him in.