Bondage Short Novels & Stories

I chuckled at his disbelief. “Winona, there’re marks from the waistline,” he said like it was ridiculous. I glared at him. “HJ, you get to throw on a jacket and look nice. We do this to look nice.” “This is like bondage. Seems pretty uncomfortable for a night of show.” “But bondage for foreplay and show is what it’s all about.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. He had the ribbons in his hand, and for a moment he cinched them tighter. “Don’t play, woman.

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

Then, I pulled the conversation back where it belonged. "Now, sever the bonds." Gloria stepped up beside me. "That's right. Do it now." Lesley still tried to stall. "This is suspicious. I'll get to the bottom of this. The Dixons have a reputation. If both Eddie and I sever our bonds at the same time, people will talk. We need to be more careful about this. Acting on impulse will damage our standing." My father took one step forward, his voice cold and sharp. "You talk about reputation. What about the Binders' reputation? My two daughters were grievously wronged here, and now you're telling them they can't even leave?

"Good morning, Lady Anastasia." "Good morning!" She answered so quickly the words nearly tumbled over one another. "Oh, hurry!" She clasped her hands together, bouncing lightly on the spot. "Please, hurry!" A ripple of soft laughter passed between the maids. "As you wish, my lady.” They carefully helped her change. Layers of rich crimson and black settled comfortably over her slender frame, tailored not for elegance alone but for speed, movement, and the wilderness that awaited beyond the fortress walls. Leather bracers were secured snugly around her forearms.

It is a bit windy and the sun is giving up a small amount of warmth. I can see Zayn and a lady talking a couple of feet away from us. The lady looks important and is wearing almost the same thing that Bunny is wearing. Zayn is shirtless and has loose black pants on. His hair is held back by a small rubber band. “Privilege? This is an insult! I am not going to help you train a werewolf!” I hear the lady snap at Zayn. “Do you not remember what they did to us? They are monsters!” She adds.

My body convulsed as well, as I held the silver egg against my clit, prolonging the orgasm. Sometime later, we all lounged in a cloud of sandalwood-scented bubbles in a bathtub big enough to play water polo in. After that, the boys introduced me to the sling. I was a little worried at first, but once I was in it, I didn't feel confined at all. I lay back against the faux leather straps, arms and legs swinging freely while the guys took up positions in front and behind me. Kaz stepped up between my legs while Ty positioned himself at my rear. Before we got started though, they pushed me back and forth like a kid on a swingset, until I was laughing and relaxed. Then Ty leaned in and nibbled on

he asked when he noticed her body trembling. Amethyst fluttered her eyes open and looked into the mirror. She couldn't see his face except for the black mask that covered it. Inhaling deeply, she said, "Tying your hands takes time and I doubt you can apply them properly when bound. Just apply the ointment for me." Then, she closed her eyes, placing her life in his hands again.

Her lips crashed into his, her hands roaming his body with urgency. Lucas responded eagerly, his hands sliding under her sides, finding her wet and ready. His fingers plunged into her, making her gasp and moan. “Lucas,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. He increased the speed of his fingers, making her breath come in short, desperate gasps. Amira’s legs began to shake, and she clung to him for support. “I can’t… stand,” she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. Lucas lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the bondage table. He secured her wrists and ankles with the restraints, ensuring she was comfortable yet immobile.

Slave Signature: Mason Dharma Dominant Signature: Damon Zhang Activity sheet The submissive should list each activity from 1-5 for interest in the activity. 1 - Hard Limit (Not willing at all) 2 - Not interested 3 - Neutral 4 - Like It 5- Love it Bondage Blindfolds — 5 Bondage (heavy) — 5 Bondage (light) — 5 Leather restraints — 5 Chains — 5 Ropes — 5 Cuffs (leather) — 5

When Shane nodded, she pulled several coils of colored rope from underneath her chair. Shamira's soul was smiling. This was SO staged, but she did not care. Banshee was a master (or mistress, if you will) of Kinbaku, a very beautiful, artistic form of Japanese bondage. Dessert was brought out as Banshee painstakingly removed Shamira's current bonds only to replace them with a web of brightly colored rope. By the time the Japanese woman was done, it looked as if Shamira, on her knees, had tried to push her way through a spider's web.