Books About Bondage Novels & Stories

"You can do light bondage or heavy bondage. Do you think you'd enjoy your boyfriend taking complete control of you?" My spine shivered as I slowly nodded, getting excited just by the thought of it. We hadn't really done anything like that before, but I knew in my soul that I would enjoy Drake taking control of me as I was tied up beneath him; completely at his mercy. She pulled down a kit and tossed it to me. I glanced down and read what was inside the package: two silk ropes, blindfold, and two wrist restraints. This would be interesting and I had a feeling Drake would know how to use these things well before I ever would.

"Not yet, baby. Daddy has more in store for you." He untied my wrists just enough to reposition me, flipping me onto my back and securing the tie to the coffee table leg, spreading my arms wide. Vulnerable, exposed, I watched him grab a leather belt from his discarded jeans... not to whip, but to loop around my ankles, binding them apart. The bondage and dominance edge sharpened the air, thrilling and terrifying in its intensity. "Tell me your fantasies, Liv," he demanded, kneeling between my splayed legs, cock throbbing against my thigh. "Every dirty detail."

Bella whimpers a little at the unfamiliar feeling as she's used to me going for less restrictive breast bondage normally, but I want her tits sensitive, yearning to be touched. A few more knots and I'm done, leaving her tits constricted at the base and sticking out from her body invitingly. I move to her thighs next and bind her ankles to them, rendering her helpless that way. A few more loops around her waist follow, and I bring the last length of rope from above her belly button between her pussy lips, and tie it to the waist ropes in back. I check all the knots, they are tight and the ropes

"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"

But tonight, they felt like my only lifeline. I pulled out the first one, The Sacred Tether: Understanding Soul Bonds, and flipped through it quickly, scanning for anything on how to break a bond. My hands trembled as I turned the pages. “Severing a bond is rare…” “Dangerous…” “Often leads to emotional instability or permanent damage…” I slammed the book shut. “No. That can’t be all there is,” I muttered, tossing it onto the bed and grabbing another one. Dark Threads and Light: The Balance of Bonds.

by Robert Mapplethorp is the first image of the chapter titled “BDSM Art” I hear gasps and an occasional scoff around the room, but I am all in for learning what my sexy teacher wants us to do for extra credit. This is one of my favorite inspirations for art. I haven’t experienced a lot of the BDSM scene, yet, but have long been fascinated withkinks, gay art and bondage, so this is a dream come true.

Matteo Moretti’s gaze nearly brought Catalina to her knees. His words echoed in her mind, each phrase sinking like stones into a bottomless well: You shall pay for your father’s sins. Though her whole body shook, she forced herself to breathe, to stay calm. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, but there was nowhere to go. The doors had closed behind her, trapping her in this gilded prison under the watchful eye of the man ruling this empire of shadows.

“First of all,you do not owe anyone your life. Can we agree on that?” I hesitated,then nodded. “Good,” she flipped her note shut and pulled off her glasses, holding my gaze steadily. “Just because he saved your life, doesn't mean he gets to ruin it.” “Oh,” I released a shuddering sigh. “What about this…pity I sometimes feel towards him? Even though he's hurt me so many times.” “Trauma bonds are a real thing,Maze.” She tilted her head to the side, “tell me a bit about your relationship with Mr Black.”

"Lisa and I own our own business, currently under my husband's company umbrella, though we're hoping to break out of his company shortly. We build bondage furniture. We currently have two other employees; Janet, sitting here with us, and Reneé, another woman." "What's bondage furniture?" Alice asked. "Furniture designed to allow Dominants to tie or confine their submissives for whatever purposes they deem fit. We have a piece in this home we'll show you in a moment," Lisa replied. "You mean for people to get tied up and whipped and shit," Shasta said.

"Get moving. Show me your underwear when you return so I know you've obeyed." She scampered to get her clothes. I put on my slave jewelry and Lisa put on her leathers. "You're very mean," Lisa said, "not letting her cum again." "Dominants are frequently mean. She might as well get used to it." I found one of my favorite sex slave books. One I tended to read certain passages of with some regularity before my own slavery started. Now, I only had to remember my own experiences, and I couldn't masturbate anymore, so there was no point.