Books About Bondage Novels & Stories

The kinky room lays in a display of weird bondage sex images. My nerves are jumpy as I take in the models in bondage pants, chastity toys—especially the males, yokes, anal hooks, spreader bars, pussy clamps, bondage bed. I step closer, watching each of the pictures intently as my heart jack-knife against the wall of my chest. Grazing my fingertips at some of the pictures, I find out it’s somehow turning me on. Am I sort of insane? How can be so turned on seeing this?

------------------------------------------ TRIGGER WARNING This book contains scenes of torture, raw erotic content, and SUBTLE references to pedophilia (Chapter 1). This is not your typical romance novel. It dives deep into themes of WAR, LUST, DARK OBSESSIONS, EXPLICIT S3X SCENES AND GRUESOME MURDERS. This book is slow paced. It is a slow burn. If you’re here solely for the steamy scenes, then you're gonna have to wait till chapter 25.

“These let both partners feel everything more intensely.” Jason’s hand brushed Aria’s lower back. “Interesting.” She swallowed. Then came the bondage section. Cuffs in leather and metal, soft ropes, blindfolds, collars, spreader bars. “These are for when you want to play with power,” the woman explained. “Control. Trust.” Aria’s eyes landed on a set of black leather cuffs with padding inside and small silver buckles. They looked… intense, but not terrifying. “You like those?” Jason asked quietly.

“I can tie you to this bed and keep you as my prisoner until you’re either too old, or too lost in my love, to leave me.” “Do you think tying me up would do it? I can still scream you know.” “I can remedy that as well, but I probably wouldn’t. I like hearing you scream,” he winked at her, and began teasing one of her nipples with his long finger. “You wouldn’t really tie me up?” she asked, her throat was very dry, and her heart skipped a beat. Was she in danger with this man? “Without a doubt,” he admitted proudly. “You know, bondage isn’t only for holding a person hostage. It can be very enjoyable as well.”

Bondage. Discipline. Sadism. Masochism. On my laptop, the screen filled with images of beautiful women tied with black rope. With red rope. And placed into positions that compromised their movement. It held them. It kept them from moving, walking, or running away. I wanted to be them. I wanted to feel the rope on my skin. And more than anything in the world, I wanted to fight against it. Richard hadn’t tied me up, so to speak. If anything, our encounter had been vanilla. I wanted more. He said he was a dominant man, why hadn’t he shown me that side of himself?

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 ....

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.

What was left was just us, tangled in something fragile but real. His fingers traced my skin to my down area, sending shivers down my spine as I felt his finger in me , I moaned his name softly in his lips , I parted my legs wider as I rested my back on the river bank, his brace was tighter the weight of him on me and how much I loved it . As his lips came down my neck , I realized how much I’ve missed having him so much , and in less than no time I guided his length into me , at first the pace was slow almost torturing ,

⚠️ 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.

She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool. It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and t