Bondage Sex Story Novels & Stories

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.

"No. This is anger. This is hatred. There was no love between us from the beginning. The first time we had sex, he rapped me with his brother." "Wait. He what?" So he is also a rapist? This monster is the king of all evil. "When was that?" "About ten years ago. I was coming from the market one evening when a speeding black van stopped right in front of me. Before I could even scream, I was forcefully grabbed and thrown into the van, and it sped off. Up to date, I don't remember what happened that night. I woke up the following morning tied up on a bed and all naked, and my whole body was in pain. After a few minutes, two men walked in, Ejay and Ljay, and they had their way with me again, swi

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 coolness of his hands causing a shiver to run through me. “Do you like it when I touch you?” I nodded. He whispered just above my ear. “Then say it.” “Yes. I like it when you touch me.” He ran the tip of his tongue along the length of my ear and whispered yet again. “Good girl.” This is all so new and exciting for me. Liam and I dabble with bondage every now and then but he was too gentle for games like this. No this would be Jaxon’s specialty. Once he had successfully deprived me from all of my clothing, he pulled me to the bare wall across the room.

Most day when we are intimate ,we make love. But tonight.... tonight I needed to dominate her. I reach in the box. I pull out a little rubber ring. It goes around my shaft and it vibrates while I'm inside of her. Then I grab handcuffs. I walk back over to the bed. I hold the handcuffs upward in her view. She jumps up with a smile and puts her hands out. I shake my head. "Turn around babe." I say to her. She turned around on her knees still on the bed as I stood at the end.

I respond. Approval lights his eyes. “Good girl. Seems like you've done some research. Let's see what you've selected.” He scans the checklist. “Bondage, sensation play, impact play. Hard stops are watersports, servitude, and group sex. Open to negotiation, though. Explain your hard stops—not to convince you otherwise, just so I know the boundaries clearly.” “Fair enough, sir. You promise confidentiality?”

His tone switched when he said that last statement, and I giggled, not knowing he was completely serious. “Don’t disobey me, little slut. I want you naked on the bed. Lie there and wait for me to come to you. Don’t make me punish you.” He watched as I took off what was left of my clothing and got on the bed. I could see how hard he was over his sweatpants. They did nothing to hide the erection he was sporting. “You may think you know bondage, but you don’t. I have cuffed you to the bed and to the St. Andrew’s cross before, but that’s light. Bondage involves knowing how to knot a woman in ropes in various positions, unable to move or do anything.”

Damien said, "Natalia is ours for the night. No limits except her safe word. Let's begin." They surrounded her, and Natalia felt six pairs of hands on her body....groping, squeezing, exploring. Someone's mouth on her breast, someone else's fingers in her pussy, someone spreading her ass cheeks. "On the bondage bed," Damien commanded. The bondage bed had restraints at all four corners plus the center. They laid Natalia on her back and secured her....wrists and ankles spread wide, completely helpless. "Who wants her pussy first?" Damien asked. "I do," Marcus said, positioning himself between her legs. His thirteen-inch cock pushed into her, and Natalia moaned.

"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.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”