Bondage Short Novels & Stories

⚠️ 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.

hisnlips move to my neck, placing a kiss there, his tongue coming out and tasting my skin. I moan. Mother fucker. He did it again. “You taste like sunshine and everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” he groans. “When will this get easier?” I whisper, my hand trailing up his back and into his thick dark hair. “You feel it too right? The bond? Is that what this is? Because it feels like more than that, like something is under every inch of my skin and begging for you.” Within the next second my back is pressed to the wall, my feet leaving the floor, wrapping firmly around his waist while our tongues fight for dominance.

He said and she nodded. “What is your limit in having sex?” “I don't understand your question.” “How long can you go in rows?” “An hour.” She replied and he shook his head. “Harrison isn't so much of a man after all.” He muttered and looked at Xalia. “Pick the equipment according to your strength.” He said and she nodded. “Bondage hoods, collars and chokers, restraints, binders, bondage tape. I am okay with all that.” She said marking them and Draven also did.

it stays with me. I mark it green. And I tick black for “not done before.” Bondage comes next, broken down again. Wrists, ankles, full-body, breast binding, mouth. The specificity surprises me, but I go through them one by one, listening to the quiet voice inside me that knows the difference between curiosity and discomfort. Then comes Breath Control. The description reads: Only practiced safely, with awareness of pressure points and no obstruction that could cause damage. It’s written carefully, not with the usual bravado some men use when listing what they like, but with caution. Responsibility.

"You really have a lot to learn." "Take the phone and search about bondage." He muttered, tying his tie around his palm. Angelina quickly took her phone and searched for the thing and her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as soon as images popped out—omg, she had seen these things in some movies, but she didn't know the name of the thing. He spins his tie and wraps it around her neck before pulling her close to him. She gulped, placing both hands on his muscular chest while looking at him with wide eyes.

He opened the drawer and saw ribbons, with a wicked smile, he intricately tied her hand above her head, and not just her hand, meters of ribbon is tightly embraced her arms and breast, even though her nightgown still attached to her, Sky feel so naked right now. The simple bondage technique, involving her hands, breast, and hands, as he didn’t want to scare her so much, Soma asked her once again, “How are you doing, princess? No need to put a brave face to me, if you’re not comfort table with it, I cut the ribbons right away.” Shyly, she took glanced at Soma, “Somehow, this… this rope makes me feel excited, I feel like a present right now, do… do you like it?”

His arms wrapped tightly around my throat as he pulled back and looked at me, hungry and feral. I was hard as a fucking rock. "I want another baby." "Bed," I demanded. He released me and turned, shedding his shirt along the way while I undid my pants. It was going to be so nice to do this again after the long break we took. Conan yanked his briefs down over the delicious curve of his ass. I had a sudden urge to dip my tongue into the dimple resting just above it. He kicked off his underwear, his dick bouncing with his movement. I slipped out of my underwear, watching his eyes fall from my face to my dick.

She swung the pipe with all her might, aiming for his head, but he dodged her attack effortlessly. Fear surged through Amelia as the man closed the distance between them, his claws extending from his fingertips, gleaming in the dim light. With lightning reflexes, she ducked, narrowly avoiding his lethal swipe. The sound of metal clanging against the concrete floor filled the air as her pipe clashed against his claws.

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.

EMBERLY* I patiently wait as Derrick strokes and braids the Japanese silk rope in shibari knots from my lower torso up and around my breast, then up and over my shoulders as he weaves the material along my spine. I relish in the feeling of my breast jutting out between the bindings of the silk rope that tingle and throb, making my core pound. I can feel my fluids coating the inner layer of my thighs. I do my best to keep from coming as Derrick works his magic. He sucks and nibbles at my flesh as he works the silk rope and knots up and down my back. Derrick's hooded gaze meets my own as he puts me in a standing position. He licks and fingers my sex before binding the outer edges of my folds u