Diaper Bondage Novels & Stories

- Light public exposure (visible marks, thin collar under clothes, discreet orders in public). - Prolonged bondage (more than 2 hours). - Extreme edging (hours without coming). - Anal penetration on him (strap-on, fingers, plugs). - Chastity play (short-term, up to 48 hours). Jaston read it aloud, his breathing already heavier. “Fantasies now,” she said, turning the page. “No filter. Things we want to try, even if they sound crazy.” He thought for a moment. “I want you to use me as furniture. Like… a coffee table. Me on all fours, you resting your feet on my back while you read or drink wine. Or me lying on my back, you using my face as a seat while you watch something.”

she said in a rush. He stood with a rope in his hands staring into her eyes. Finally, he grunted, "Very well, I think then that frog binding is called for. From your kneeling position I am going to place the rope around your ankle and upper thigh as close to your hip as I can. That will leave your crotch wide open. You won't be able to stop me from doing anything I like to your body." A little shiver went through Sabrina, "Yes, I understand, please make me immobile but accessible."

“Okay, let's start with this. I don't like cable ties, they seem hurtful, can you not use that on me?” “Okay.” “Ropes are fine, vibrators, definitely not chains. No clamps at all, you can use a gag too. What are spredal bars and urethral toys?” “You will know with time.” “Do they hurt?” “Not at all.” He replied and stared at her, all this while his eyes were on her and he couldn't take them off. “Okay, I am cool with the use of leather gloves, handcuffs, collars, and chokers, definitely not bondage hoods.” She listed and flipped to the next page that contains the rules.

But as long as they continue talking to each other they knew that they were going to make it in a way that most people didn't have the opportunity to. “well here's to the ties that bind us.” Jonathan said as he kissed her again, “you never have to fear telling me that you're pregnant with our children. Whether it be one or nine it really doesn't matter not to me at least. Because they are everything that will bind you to me and me to you for the rest of our lives and beyond though. I'm extremely lucky to have found you when I did. I wouldn't change anything in our lives and that I love you more than anything else could possibly be.” “to the ties that bind us forever and eternity.”

he gasped. They dried him off and returned him to the bedroom for what they called “afternoon reinforcement.” This time the rope work was more intricate. Vanessa and Mitchelle worked together , almost too well , wrapping his torso in a beautiful yet restrictive diamond harness that squeezed his chest and pinned his arms behind him. Mirabel added leg bindings, forcing him into a kneeling position on the bed with his thighs spread wide and his ass presented. A thick, vibrating dildo replaced the plug. Mitchelle turned it on high, the relentless buzzing pressing directly against his prostate.

I sense this guy is seriously bent. I shove back the urge to shake as I wander past him wearing next to nothing, putting on my best little-girl-lost face as I watch a middle-aged Dom tie his female sub up to a rack with a series of complicated knots that frame her breasts and thighs, rubbing her nipples or clit whenever the sub moves. I don’t have to fake my eyes widening. “That’s Shibari, little sub. Japanese rope bondage,” Ruiz says, stepping closer. “What are you doing wandering around here without your Dom? Did he leave you again?”

I have decided to act along with everything, just for him to let me out of the lockup. He went to his wardrobe, and as usual, he brought out the blindfold, rope, clamps, bondage cuff, condom, flogger, and the rest of it all. He, as always, arranged them one after the other. He held the blindfold in his hands and was moving closer to me, he paused for a bit. I studied him carefully, I noticed the movement between his upper and lower shin, his dimple became pronounced and he looked more handsome.

It was an unvicious circle, even when he was vicious. Now he was sitting naked on the edge of my bed and I was on my knees between his open thighs, 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.” DEEP THROAT, DEEP LOVE 161

The camera captured it all, the explicit detail of me pleasuring myself. "Add a finger," Dante said, his voice rough. "I want to see you fuck yourself." I pushed one finger inside, then two, spreading myself open while he photographed every moment. My cock was leaking steadily, my face flushed with arousal and embarrassment. "Perfect. Now I want bondage shots." He set up the ropes and tied me in various positions over the next hour. Spread eagle on the bed. Hands bound behind my back while kneeling. Suspended in a partial tie. Each position was photographed extensively.

The motion made my cramps spike, a low moan slipping free. In the room, he set me on the floor and gathered ropes from a coiled bundle on the wall—thick, soft cords dyed crimson, rough in texture but pliable. “These shibari ropes will bind you,” he explained, looping one around my torso first. He wove them, crossing over my chest to frame my nipples, cinching tight enough to restrict breath without cutting it off. Knots pressed into my skin, the friction sending shudders through me as he worked downward, binding my arms behind my back in a harness that forced my shoulders square. “Feel the weave claiming you? Every twist owns another piece.”