Diaper Bondage Novels & Stories

Need pooled like a wet blanket below my navel and with expert ease, I took off his trousers and slowly pulled him out. I licked the top of his cock and placed a soft kiss on the head in pure worship and adoration, my mouth opened and then I was sucking him. I had some bondage tape in my toy box, that stuff that sticks to itself and doesn’t leave you gummed up with adhesive. He reached for it, dislodging his cock from my mouth, then said, “Hands on my thighs.”

Chapter 17: She Is Ours Logan For the next section, there are definitions included with each part to add additional clarification. She said yes to bondage using cuffs, heavy, intricate and light bondage, locks, spreader bars, suspension and whole body restrictions using the material of chains, leather, ropes, scarves and tape. Some of the more intense and advanced things she rated as a combination of hard and soft limits. Like before, she has had no experience with any. "Breath play?" Kingston asked.

We had removed the quilt and I lay on my back, spread-eagled on the mattress. My wrists and ankles were tied to the four corners of the bed with bright red ribbon – it was not really bondage, for a hard jerk of any limb would have freed it, but it was the suggestion of bondage which gave my pose such an erotic charge. I was wearing only a pair of scarlet hold-up stockings and red high-heels, but around each of my breasts she had tied a decorative band of the wide red ribbon, finishing with a lavish bow. Another length of the ribbon had been wound around my waist and criss-crossed over my cunt, where it finished in an even larger bow-tie.

And he certainly got a reaction, as I alternated between blushing and flushing as we went over terminology I could never even have imagined. Some items were as innocent as a blindfold, but then it ratcheted up to bondage. Light bondage, heavy bondage, leather, chains, ropes and restraints. Suspension, harnesses, manacles and cuffs. So many ways to control another person, I was overwhelmed on page one. Gags: Cloth, ball, rubber, phallic, ring. Full head. Straight-jackets, yikes. Impact play, which would be spanking, flogging, whipping, metal, leather, crops. Face slapping. Oh and I won't even get into all of the sexual activity it outlines. Because everything else didn't have to involve sex a

Next to it, a bondage chair with numerous straps and buckles seemed designed for prolonged, uncomfortable restraint. Against another wall, there was a rack of assorted whips from short, stingy crops to long, multi-tailed cat-o'-nine-tails. Hanging beside them were ropes of different lengths and thicknesses, ready for intricate shibari work or simple, restrictive binds. A table covered in an array of smaller devices drew my attention next. There were ball gags, bit gags, and ring gags, each one meant to silence any screams. Clamps of various sizes and designs were laid out, some connected by delicate chains. Vibrators and dildos in a variety of shapes and sizes, some with straps for forced us

orgasm squirting around his wrist, ass milking load from him. Bedroom bondage harder: Wrists and ankles to bedposts with belts, spread crucifixion. Dean mounted, cock spearing pussy, then adding vibrator in ass on max vibrations thrumming bones. He choked, bit tits bloody, spanked clit with crop from drawer. "Rape me harder break the bed!" Frame splintered under slams; climaxes chained, her wails deafening "Cumming endlessly, fill me!" cum erupting as wood cracked.

For now, she wasn’t too sure about how to set things up, even if she had a huge office dedicated to it. “I’m thinking of something obvious that the viewers can enjoy. Do you have a swing or rocking horse with a detachable toy? What kind of restraints are good for self-restraining? I have no idea about bondage, so something attention-grabbing but easy to use would be great.”

“The whole ‘go into the haunted grid alone and rearrange the wires with your bare hands’ thing. That’s banned.” “Banned?” he echoes. “Wow, harsh legislation councilwoman.” “I’ll write it on a rock and chunk it at your face if you need it formalized,” I tell him. His mouth twitches. “You grabbed my hand,” he says, quieter. “I don’t think it realized… I could use you as an anchor instead of the other way around.” I look down at our fingers, only a few inches apart on the couch cushion. The glyph in my palm gives the faintest glow, answering the one on his chest like a heartbeat.

Diana helped me get ready in my room, fussing over my hair and carefully unzipping the garment bag to reveal the stunning gown Rowan had given me. It was even more breathtaking under proper lighting—champagne silk with intricate beading across the bodice, hugging my curves perfectly and flaring out slightly at the hem. Diana clapped her hands like an overexcited stylist. “You look like money and trouble had a baby. Honestly, I could cry.” I laughed. “It’s just a dress.” “No,” she said firmly, standing behind me as I faced the mirror. “It’s the armor. And tonight, you walk in there like you own every room.”

It was a deluxe bondage set, complete with restraints, blindfolds, and other accessories designed to heighten pleasure and intensify sensation. Without hesitation, I made my purchase and hurried back to my car, the box tucked securely under my arm. Driving home, my thoughts turned to Sean again, and the roleplay scenario I had planned for us. It was a bold move, and he’d never see it coming.