Bondage Short Novels & Stories

"Maybe we've been living the sex lives we were meant to have." They had one more week in the experiment. Then they'd decide. That night, Scott pulled a coil of soft black rope from the nightstand drawer, letting it slide through his fingers like liquid. "I want to try something. If you're comfortable." Liv's pulse jumped. Over the past weeks she'd discovered she loved bondage, the trust it demanded, the exquisite surrender it allowed. "Yes." He bound her wrists together, then to the headboard, the knots firm but padded. Next came her ankles, spread wide, secured to the footboard so she was open, exposed, helpless. He added the blindfold last, silk cool against her eyelids, plunging her into

"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.

“So you decided to have a date with your ex in order to help us?” “He’s not my ex,” I argue, and she replies with, “Oh yes, he is.” “We were mates for only an hour, maximum. We didn’t even date, and he’s the freaking Alpha,” I feel the need to defend myself. “Well, girl, I have had relationships that lasted for even half an hour, and those individuals are still considered exes. So I don’t think the rules changes when it comes to you,” Bunny says as she stands to her feet, causing me to let out a groan.

I tell her, I could see unspoken confusion and question in her expression as she stares at me hesitantly as I picking up the belt. "Bondage can be the sweetest but infuriating kinks during sex but it’s also one of my favorites. You’ll feel every inch of me when I shove myself inside your dripping cunt but you wouldn’t be able to move."I murmur smiling as I stared up at her feral grin matching mine. See? Fucking perfection! "Okay."Lena says looking absolutely feral and satisfied. Her hair looks tangled and wild, her lips still swollen from my brutal assault and her face red. I could feel her pussy clench and

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.

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.