Bondage Short Novels & Stories

Emma cried as he took the phone from her. The first was a short video of Greg tied in pentagram bondage, his hands chained together behind his back. His mouth was open, gasping for air, blood trickling from between his teeth, and his eyes closed tightly while tears ran down his cheeks. His shirt tore and dirty as though he had been pounded for hours without a break.

With my back to him, I heard him pick up the rope and unwind it. He asked, “Is this what you want? Bondage?” “Yes.” He began by looping the long rope around my chest. When knotted at my breastbone, he split the rope and wrapped it tightly around my chest. Like a stiff bustier, it kept me from taking a big breath. Next, he wound my arms into the matrix, binding them to my sides. I focused on his eyes as he pulled the end of the rope across my back and around my arms. Working like an artist, he wrapped and tightened it, so my front chest expanded, and my back arched. He continued looping the rope around each arm in this way so that the knotted rope became sleeves that bound my arms to my sides

So I attached the bondage cuffs to her wrists and ankles but only attached one wrist to the ropes. It was surprising to her how constrained she felt with that one rope, and how much more freedom I took with her body that way. I raised the bar and got her more involved. I also left off the hood. After tickles, ear nibbles, nipple nibbles, turning her face down to nibble and spank her bottom, rear entry for a bit plus other good times with her body on the semi-loose she finally begged me to tie her down tight like she wanted. She wanted to be stretched out tight, so I did as she asked.

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.

We had been watching some bondage porn before Annabel went to go get ready, so I was not surprised at what she was wearing when she came back into the room. She was dressed in a black push up bra with white polka dots, and a matching little skirt. She also wore red lace crotchless panties and a black garter belt holding up black stockings. Underneath her bra, two nipple clamps were squeezing her nipples, and they were connected by a chain through the metal ring on her dog collar. Also clipped to the ring was a leash. "I am ready to be used, Master," she said as she took her spot on the couch next to me. We watched a little more porn.

When he grabs her wrist, she feels something silky around them. Aaron grabbed his tie in his fist. "What are you doing?" She tried to push herself away from him, but she failed to fight back with me. "Want to be the tough guy here, huh?" He shakes her head, "No." "Then stop controlling your hormones now and show me your true side." "Lift your arm to the back of your head." She follows his instructions while lifting her arm back to her head. He starts tying her hands together with his tie. "This is called bondage."

the whole shelf was decorated with Bondage rope , Spreader bars and yokes ,Collars , Anal hook , arm binder , Gags , bondage tape , Ankle Cuffs , Floggers , whips , paddles , canes , cat suit , chastity belts , Nipple Clamps , Pussy pumper. He took the red hanky and blindfolded her...she shook at his sudden blindfolding ....she said "Hey....darling what aaaaaah" ...she screamed because she felt a sudden force on her body....he threw her in bed with a force because she was calling him darling continuously ....

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

The room also holds an array of beautifully crafted toys, each one designed to tease and please. Amidst this carefully curated setting, Karen sits in front of a mirror, dressed in a delicate lingerie set. Her expression is one of contemplation rather than sadness, as she combs her hair with gentle strokes. The room is not a place of negativity or power imbalance, but rather a space where trust, communication, and consent form the foundation of their intimate connection. David's approach to bondage is rooted in love and respect for Karen. They have open conversations about boundaries and desires, ensuring that both partners feel safe and comfortable. The room becomes a sanctuary where they ca

“I hope tomorrow I better understand why I don’t need a man right now.” “I’m glad I can help you come to that realization. Ready for some bondage? You’ve not watched any of these before, have you? It might make you too horny and you’ll want that asshole back up here.” Sandi shrugged a shoulder. “Hell no! Tonight, I’m open to learning new things. I’m seriously considering your offer to model for Daniel, too. Who knows what might happen.” Sandi pressed the remote and the snap of a whip sounded as a leather bustier came into view, the camera panning up to show the woman with a ball gag, her hands tied above her head and then down to her ankles spread wide, connected to hooks in the floor.