Diaper Bondage Novels & Stories

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.

So I attached the bondage cuffs to her wrists and ankles but only attached one wrist to the ropes. It was surprising to her how constrained she felt with that one rope, and how much more freedom I took with her body that way. I raised the bar and got her more involved. I also left off the hood. After tickles, ear nibbles, nipple nibbles, turning her face down to nibble and spank her bottom, rear entry for a bit plus other good times with her body on the semi-loose she finally begged me to tie her down tight like she wanted. She wanted to be stretched out tight, so I did as she asked.

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

"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.