Diaper Bondage Novels & Stories

I questioned. “It’s a butt plug,” Zander snickered. “Oh, I think that will go on the maybe pile for now,” I gulped. We continued to go through the bags. Yes pile – Lube, Clitoral stimulator, blindfold, wrists and ankle restraints with bed tethers, feather tickler, pinwheel, spreader bar, massage oils, spanking paddle, bondage ropes, and bondage tape. Maybe pile – Nipple clamps, clitoral clamps, and butt plug.

“I’m going to bind your wrists, hoist them above your head, and take you until you forget your own name.” He secures the rope around my wrists, testing the knots. Then he pulls the other end, and my arms rise above me, the rope taut, my weight held securely. The position leaves me completely vulnerable—nipples exposed, cunt open, legs apart. He steps back to admire me. “Beautiful. Now stay still.” He goes to the table and picks up a device—a spreader bar. He fastens it to my ankles, forcing my legs wide. I feel the cool air on my most intimate parts.

I crave it. Alessio climbed onto the bed with deliberate slowness, the mattress dipping under his weight. He knelt between my spread thighs, eyes roaming over every inch of me like he was memorizing the sight. Then he reached for my left wrist and ankle, binding them together with one of the black ties. The silk was smooth but firm as he knotted it securely—not too tight, but inescapable. He repeated the process on the right side, folding me open, my knees bent and pulled toward my shoulders. The position left me completely vulnerable: pussy on full display, ass slightly lifted, arms and legs immobilized in a helpless, spread position. I tested the bonds instinctively. They held. A thrill of

“Turn and let me see the view from the back.” It appeared Libby might argue, but she swiveled her hips, tossed her head and twirled around. “Holy mother. That’s the sexiest damn sight I’ve ever seen.” The leather hugged her legs. The cut of the chaps highlighted her rounded, naked ass. The thick strap spanned the curve of her lower back and brought to mind bondage games he’d salivated over in p**n flicks, but hadn’t thought he’d ever get the chance to try. He’d like to tie her up. Bind her hands in all sorts of tempting ways—above her head, behind her back, in front where the ropes would rub against her—

He looked at them with a strange kind of reverence. “What did you use it for, then?” “To make sure you stop playing games with me, Jade.” He opened the box. Black velvet. Luxury. The kind of packaging that only hides the darkest desires. My breath caught. Leather cuffs. A silk blindfold. Things that were meant to take away my control and give it entirely to him. And then I saw it—the smaller, polished piece. My throat went dry. “Killian…” He didn’t answer. He just watched me, studying the flicker of shock in my eyes and the way my lips parted. He was reading me like a contract he intended to rewrite.

Carefully sliding his mate from his lap, Linus took one of Dyllen’s legs with Urkane taking the other. Brite and the bulky beta Yash took an arm each as Dyllen thrashed, trying to get free. There was some strength in the movements, but it felt oddly lacking and the alpha was easy enough to hold down. Skye pulled the alpha’s pants down and Linus could almost hear the dirty joke die in Caige’s throat as an oozing bandage was revealed.

He could just imagine her reaction if he told her that he felt that fucking around would be unfaithful to Jasper Compton. The bedroom door was open, and Reid paused on the threshold to take in the scene before him. “Well, well,” he drawled. “Hello, Gregory. Marcella your shibari is improving.” The beta was on his knees on the mattress, with each wrist and foot bound to a corner of the bed. The rope around each ankle continued up his shins to his knees in decorative twists and turns of yellow silk, before looping to the bedframe below, preventing the beta from sliding down onto his stomach. His arse was pointed towards the door, the position revealing both the beta’s balls clasped by a stretc

Shannon's POV A heavy frame was bolted to the wall; a leather swing was still folded; rows of canes and paddles were hanging in precise order on the black hanger; a steel spreader bar, a vacuum pump, a thick ring gag still in its case, a hood, and a full set of postural bondage cuffs that could lock someone into a shape and keep them there for hours; different shapes and colors of dildos; and different vibrators and suckers of tongue-shaped and lip-shaped.

“I understand, Doctor Daddy.” He nodded. “Assume the presentation pose.” She knew this one. She walked to the steel frame, turned her back to the vertical post, and bent forward at the waist, grasping the lower horizontal bar. The position arched her back, presented her hips and backside. He moved behind her. She heard the soft tear of Velcro. He pulled her shift up and over her head, discarding it. The cool air kissed her naked skin. Then, she felt the familiar bite of the self-adhering tape. He bound her hands first, securing her wrists to the bar she held. Then he bound her ankles to the lower parts of the frame’s base, spreading her legs wide. Finally, a wide strip was placed over her mo

She moaned into his mouth as his tongue plunged down her throat. She felt his hands about her waist, realized that he was battling with her skirt and tights. She lifted her hips, tried to dislodge his weight but the movement only aided his task as he pushed the layers of material over her hips and down her thighs. Then he gave her the release she sought. Drawing back, his fingers pulled her clothes down to her ankles. Her boots stopped him, but only for a moment. Then she was naked. Totally naked in this stranger's bed. With her arms trapped behind her back, she could not move enough to sit up. He smiled down at her as he reached behind him. "You like ropes?" It was a rhetorical question. Ki