Bondage Short Novels & Stories

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."

Dust fell onto their naked skin like dirty rain. Reza used whatever he could find for improvised bondage — old military ropes, torn strips of clothing, and rusted chains from the corner. He tied Soraya’s wrists tightly behind her back, then bound her full breasts in rough loops until they bulged, flushed deep red, veins standing out under the stretched skin. A thick rope was pulled viciously between her legs, the coarse fibers splitting her soaked pussy lips and grinding hard against her swollen clit. Her ankles were forced wide and secured to metal stakes hammered into the dirt floor, spreading her cunt obscenely open.

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.”

But the noose had strapped this spirit so tightly that there was no way to escape. Wikanya tried to reach for the woman’s body on the bed. She only hoped that once she had owned this body, she would be freed from this hunt. ‘No use’ No matter how hard you try to resist, it’s useless. The power of the lasso that no soul is free from bondage makes it impossible to escape at will. Wikanya was dragged to the front of the gates of Hell. The heat from within was emitted until it was felt. Both arms were strapped with nooses, but she tried to hold on to the edge of the door. She glanced at the light that appeared on the young lady’s body.

He loved the feel of her hair in his hand; so soft and long. Annie felt like a princess as she let him take care of her hair. “Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that you knew how to braid.” She teased. Eric chuckled. “I have three sisters and Elaina made sure I knew how to do a french braid. She would always insist I do them for her.” He finished on time and Annie stood up from the tub to admire herself in the mirror. “I love it. Thank you!” She smiled. He moved closer to her and wrapped his left hand around her waist. He reached for his phone with his right hand and took a bathroom selfie of them. Annie gave her best smile and they did different poses and took as many shots as

That’s when I remembered his words: In half an hour, you’re going to be begging to come. “Don’t hog all the fun,” Andre said, now completely nude. “We’re supposed to be sharing her.” “Perhaps I am regretting agreeing to such an arrangement,” Joemar said. “Because right now, I want her all to myself.” Andre shouldered Roman out of the way and forced his hard length into my waiting lips. I took him eagerly, opening wide and taking as much as I could. It was a strangely-erotic sensation, being tied up. I was powerless. I was at the mercy of their whims. I had never been interested in bondage before, but at that moment I understood the appeal.

A short, confused laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. "That's funny." His expression didn't change. The laughter died instantly. "Oh." He was serious. "I'm not getting married." "You don't have a choice." "Actually, I do." The words had barely left my mouth before he stood. My entire body tensed. Years of experience had taught me to recognize that look. Too late. The slap landed across my cheek with enough force to make my ears ring. Pain spread through the left side of my face. I pressed my lips together.

The petite woman unbound her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, her blue eyes alight with anticipation, while the tattooed woman shed her remaining leather, her muscular form a testament to her strength. “Bind her,” the leader instructed, and the silver-haired woman tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The leader knelt between my legs, her fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my cunt with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” she murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my clit, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. The brunette stradd

“You’re horny right now, aren’t you, love?” Her cheeks burned. “I…” Suki whimpered as Brendan pinched her nipple between his fingers, then gripped her whole breast. “Brendan, I haven’t…” she paused, feeling flustered. “I know,” he said softly. A kindness lingered within him, one he did very well to conceal, but it seemed to make an occasional appearance around Suki. “I want to… when the bond is sealed. I mean, our situation – my situation – it’s–”

He gently spread ointment across my swollen cheek. "When I let my daughters marry into this family, the first thing I told you was this: You are not allowed to lay a hand on them. Now, I know everything. I want you to sever the bonds with my daughters as soon as possible. I'm taking them back with me until this is fully investigated." As he spoke, his gaze landed on Judy. "The Binders aren't pushovers." Judy began to tremble slightly. Lesley and Eddie had seen enough storms to recognize fear when they saw it.