Bondage Sex Story Novels & Stories

He immediately carried her in his arms and placed her on the bed. “Ohh.” she moaned as Alexei roughly dropped her on the bed. “On your knees.” He ordered and like a puppet, she did as she was told, he took both her hands and tied it so tight behind her that she couldn’t untie herself no matter how hard he tried. Bondage sex was something she’d always enjoyed and how this stranger knew that, she had no idea. She did nothing to stop him as he continued tying her up. “Bend over” He ordered and she bent that her naked behind was against Alexei’s hard cock already and without warning, he rammed his dick hard into her that she had no time to prepare but she enjoyed it anyways as she let out a loud

I told her. “What! We are Americans, and one more thing, the don’t know shit, these people aren’t as, well, uh, flexible, as we are?” she is outspoken, brazen, and ridiculous. But she definitely made our night. We have drinks for a few more rounds. “So, I am curious about these things your boyfriend wants you to do, huh?” I ask boldly, with the help of the alcohol. She pounds the table and begins to tell her story, “Huh! Well, you see,” then she begins to whisper the censored part, “He wants us to do anal sex, and then deep throat, and bondage.”

Their senses were clouded dubiously, they no longer cared for the upgrading sounds of their sex. Soon, Zayn shoots his load into her body, filling her little vagina with his load. Their sweaty bodies panted for air, she softly removes the tank top on her face. "So fucking good... I think I have a new kink." She says to him. "Yeah?" He scrunches his face up, rolling over after pulling out of her. "Bondage." His eyebrows jump with shock. "I never took you'd be one of those girls to like bondage, Cassie. Good."

The bodyguards swore that some of the alleged women were guys in drag. The three girls I shared with Cosmo just last Wednesday were Capricez girls. Still, I pleaded ignorance to Gracie. It was better if she was going to live. I knew the Capricez girls steered away from bondage so diverted in that direction. "I take it that anal sex in bondage is new to you?" "Of yes... but I would be willing to try." Music to my ear, I had just the thing. - The X-Cross Bondage and sex machines usually take a lot of time and co-operation to set up. But that is not my style, so my machines were selected for me to use alone with a guest, and quickly. I led Gracie to the machine I decided to use next.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

Alana didn't say anything and I thought that was the end of the matter. The next three weeks were normal, nothing but straight sex and plenty of it, and then one night I came home from work to find Alana wearing her vinyl corset and black high heeled boots. It was her way of telling me that tonight was going to be a 'light bondage night' and that it was my turn to submit. She ordered me to disrobe and then had me sit on one of our straight back dining room chairs and then she tied my arms and legs to the chair. Next she tied a blindfold over my eyes and said, "Tonight slave, you will learn to suck a cock. I'm going to parade all of my lovers past you and after you have sucked all their cocks

I gave her a signal and she said she had to run. "See you in a few hours, lover boy," Lisa said. "You'd better bring it because I'm feeling lucky tonight." As soon as she was out the door, I had my arms wrapped around Scott and was telling him to fuck me. "I came home to work on this," he pointed to the bondage furniture, "not have sex. It won't get done if we don't work on it now." "Fuck me now and show me how to do it after and I'll stay home and work on it while you're off playing poker."

"I'll tell her you said so. She said it was part of the thrill she got from having sex with you. That you were the previous love of my life and we'd made love before she and I met." "It was part of the thrill for me too; her being married to you. It was quite a rush. We'll talk later. Goodbye, Master Scott." I texted Sam, sending a picture of the bondage furniture he'd requested and asked about the bonding ceremony he had with Marcia and Chantelle. He texted back he could tell me what it consisted of, but it would be better if we spoke from the heart, rather than use someone else's words. A wise man, Master Sam.

He strolls over to me as his demeanor shifts into a dominant one. I calculated how swiftly I could get through the door but realized he would be too fast and could easily block my path. “Wait,” I recoiled and he paused, “I don’t know anything about this stuff.” Quick flashes of a past conversation with Tara came to mind. As a result of my ignorance of bondage sex, she called me a vanilla. It never interested me much to research it. I wondered if Vance thought that I was boring in bed, or if this was about him getting revenge for hurting his cock and ego that night.

BDSM PLAY PART 1 The room was dim, lit only by a few candles flickering on the walls. Lou lay on the big wooden table, her body stretched out wide. She was bound spread-eagle, her arms and legs pulled tight to the corners with thick ropes. A leather harness wrapped around her torso, crossing over her chest and between her legs. It held her in place, making her feel exposed and helpless. The harness bit into her skin just enough to remind her who was in charge.