Novel & Cerita Bondage Sex Story

He pulled me into the bedroom, stripped me in rough motions, and bent me over the edge of the bed. The first crack of his belt on my ass made me cry out. He gave me three sharp strokes that ignited something between my legs. Tears streamed down my face but my pussy was soaked despite the pain. He flipped me onto my back, tied my wrist to the headboard with the same black rope from the night before, and spread my legs wide. After doing all these, he then stepped back and just looked at me, breathing hard. “You want to test me, Aria?” His voice was rough. “Fine, let’s see how long you last.”

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is drenched in bondage, submission, BDSM, and dark role play. Only keep reading if you’re strong enough to surrender and curious enough to crave what happens next! ~~~ I have been stripped naked with my wrists bound behind my back for what seems like hours. In reality, My boyfriend, Liam and I have only spent a short time in the dungeon with our new mistress, Mistress Selene, but time has no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls.

He kisses me as he turns me into a side by side sex position. I wrap my legs around his torso I guide his length back into me.We both moan at the penetration. His hands grab hold of my ass as I thrust my core on his length.He moans tightening the hold he he had on my ass as he kisses me. "Shit"he groans and began thrusting into me with a faster pace.I moaned loudly kissing his neck as I came again.He groans and slides his length out of me. "Bend on all fours"he ordered with a hot voice.I did as he said pushing my ass up to him.

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

"I don't mean now. I mean one day, I'd like to do that with you. We would work up to it. The other day, I cuffed you to the bed. Did you like it?" He knows I did, but this is a conversation, so I answered, "Yes," but the blush was still evident. "I have all of these ideas. Things I've seen at the club that I'd like to try with you. Do you know what Shibari is?" I shook my head, "I have a vague idea. It's a form of Japanese rope tying that has become popular in the B D S M culture." "Exactly!" he said, as if he was proud of me.

Spit dripped down his balls, and the fountain water splashed softly behind them, mixing with the filthy sounds of their mouths. “Enough,” Julian growled after a few minutes. His cock was rock-hard and shining, but he didn’t want to cum yet. “Stand up. I’m going to tie you up tonight. With your own rosaries.” Hannah’s eyes lit up, while Rebecca looked nervous but excited. They pulled the long strings of beads from around their necks. Julian took them and led the nuns to the stone fountain. The edge was wide and flat, perfect. He made Hannah bend over first, her big tits pressing against the cool stone. Then he tied her wrists together with her rosary and looped the beads around the iron ring

I arrived at the house at exactly eight the next night freshly showered and ready to fuck. The husband answered the door and invited me in. We went into the kitchen and he made a couple drinks. He asked if everything was still okay and if I had any questions before I began. I told him no, but quick thinking on my part made was going to make the experience even more pleasurable. “Hey, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a little request,” I said. “How bout a little bondage to spice things up. You could go tied her to the bedposts and blindfold her. She’d probably go crazy with that shit.”

“Don’t look at the floor like you’re ashamed of it. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is sex, and spicing it up with a little light bondage is just like adding extra flavor to your chili.” “I just never found anyone who was even remotely into it before, so I never asked.” “Well now you’ve found me, and you can ask me as often as you like. In fact, I promise to tie you up every time you ask.” My face broke into a grin, matching the one on his. “I’ll be pissed if you don’t.” “As long as you promise me you won’t go home and be ashamed of it.” “Oh, I won’t.” I lowered his hands from my face.

“Bondage, discipline, dominance, submission but in my domain it’s my rules. You sign the contract you follow them.” He pulled out papers from a drawer. “Here, read it.” I took the papers. It was typed out clear. It said Elena Harper agrees to one night with Alexander Black. Physical acts include restraint, spanking, light pain play. No permanent marks, payment upon completion. Confidentiality both ways and no emotional attachment. I looked up. “This is strict. What if I can’t do something?” “Then you say red,” he said. “I stop, but if you sign, you try. No backing out halfway unless you safe word.”

Humiliation burned hot, but I craved it, moaning vibrations around him. Pulling out, he hauled me up, bending me over the bed. “Spread wide.” I did, ass up. He fetched ropes from a drawer—proper bondage gear—and tied my ankles to the bedposts, immobilizing me. A blindfold followed, plunging me into darkness. Sensory deprivation heightened every touch.