Diaper Bondage Novels & Stories

His tone switched when he said that last statement, and I giggled, not knowing he was completely serious. “Don’t disobey me, little slut. I want you naked on the bed. Lie there and wait for me to come to you. Don’t make me punish you.” He watched as I took off what was left of my clothing and got on the bed. I could see how hard he was over his sweatpants. They did nothing to hide the erection he was sporting. “You may think you know bondage, but you don’t. I have cuffed you to the bed and to the St. Andrew’s cross before, but that’s light. Bondage involves knowing how to knot a woman in ropes in various positions, unable to move or do anything.”

Ash obeyed instantly. Elias took a length of soft, black silk rope. He began to bind Ash’s wrists behind his back, his movements sure and practiced. It wasn’t just a tie; it was an art form. The rope crisscrossed Ash’s chest, highlighting his muscular pecs, framing his nipples. It wrapped around his waist, down to his thighs, forcing his legs slightly apart. His dick and balls were left free, jutting out from the intricate web of rope. He was a work of art, a living sculpture of submission.

He growls. Oh. My. Fuck. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips when he called me a cum slut. That’s a kink I didn’t even know I had. He lets go of my hair and I begin to strip out of my clothes as he goes into an armoire that is in the sitting area of our bedroom and pulls out his shibari ropes that look like they will be soft against my skin. By the time he’s back in front of me I’ve completely stripped down, and I can feel my pussy juice making its way down my leg. He comes over and begins to do my chest harness, leaving about a finger space between my skin and the rope so he doesn’t cut off circulation. When he’s done with my chest harness, the ropes go between my breasts and ties

“Normal sex is boring.” “Obviously,” she says, picking up an item from the cluster, and my heart skips a beat. “This is a spreader bar with four bondage points attached instead of the usual two- opening up for more bondage possibilities. Not only does it spread the limbs apart, though, but the bar also stays between the limbs- which means that the limbs can't be closed once the spreader bar is inserted.” “I get the drift,” I say, pointing to another set of items, “And what are those?”

He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings. I lock eyes with him, my voice low and firm. 'Time to dive deeper into your therapy, boy. Strip for me. Now.' He hesitates for a split second, then yanks off his shirt, pants dropping to the floor with his boxers. His cock twitches half-hard already, skin flushing under my gaze. I grab the leather straps from the drawer, thick and unyielding, and circle him like prey. 'Hands behind your back.' He obeys, wrists crossing, and I bind them tight, the leather biting into his skin just enough to make him gasp.

BDSM PLAY PART 1 The room was dim, lit only by a few candles flickering on the walls. Lou lay on the big wooden table, her body stretched out wide. She was bound spread-eagle, her arms and legs pulled tight to the corners with thick ropes. A leather harness wrapped around her torso, crossing over her chest and between her legs. It held her in place, making her feel exposed and helpless. The harness bit into her skin just enough to remind her who was in charge.

She was scrolling through bdsm's history and came across several things and their explanations. The first thing she came across was rope bondage. Her heart thumped as she clicked on it. She read the words on her screen. Rope bondage restricts and restrain the movements of a submissive partner. The rope could either be wrapped artistically around the sub's body, or suspend the sub in the air.

I draw the lace back up over it, careful that the satin sits flat. "Forward." He steps toward to the cross and I help him into the cuffs. Wrists at the upper diagonals, padded leather, the buckles snug. Ankles at the lower diagonals, the same. He’s spread wide enough that the lace is taut against him, the line of his erection clearly visible at the front, the head pushing up over the waistband. I step back. I look at him. I have rigged scenes for us before. I have hung him in shibari for forty minutes in front of a roomful of people.

Heading over to my dresser, I returned with a big dildo attached to a short metal arm that, in turn, was attached to a metal crossbar with screw clamps on both ends. I positioned the device between the back of her shaky legs, with the end of the dildo almost touching Kayla's pussy. Tightening the straps and clamps on the crossbar to her legs, I reached for the restraints that hid under each side of the bed and firmly attached them to her thighs, keeping her secure.

"You know your safe word and you will use it if needed." Her breathy answer went straight to my cock. "Yes, Sir." Monroe placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before moving behind her. He began an intricate series of loops and knots with one bundle of rope, binding Nessia's arms behind her back. I had seen Monroe's work online, but the allure of the bondage itself wasn't in those pictures. It was watching him work with a single-minded purpose forming designs around her arms while the tail of the rope glided over the skin of her rounded bottom that changed my opinion.