Erotic Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

I smiled against her lips and teased her entrance with the head of my cock, rubbing slow circles over her clit, coating myself in her dripping wetness. “Please,” she breathed. “I need you.” I kissed her harder, my teeth grazing her bottom lip, tongue claiming every inch of her mouth while I reached for the towel still on the floor. I grabbed it quickly, twisted one end into a makeshift rope, and looped it around her wrists. I pulled her arms behind her back and tied the towel loosely but firmly to the desk drawer handle behind her. She gasped, her eyes widening, but she didn’t protest. Her tits thrust forward with the position, nipples begging.

The petite woman unbound her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, her blue eyes alight with anticipation, while the tattooed woman shed her remaining leather, her muscular form a testament to her strength. “Bind her,” the leader instructed, and the silver-haired woman tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The leader knelt between my legs, her fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my cunt with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” she murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my clit, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. The brunette stradd

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Elina's eyes rolled back, her small body overwhelmed by the onslaught. He could feel her second orgasm building, her walls rippling around him like a vice. To kink it up further, he released her wrists and grabbed a silk scarf from the nightstand. He bound her hands loosely to the headboard, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind her of her place. "Look at me," he commanded and her eyes snapped open, locking onto his intense gaze. The vulnerability in her expression fueled him, his thrusts turning erratic. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, tongues battling as he devoured her mouth. Breaking away, he trailed bites down her jaw, her throat, marking her everywhere.

My back arched violently off the table as the brutal vibrations attacked my swollen nub. “You don’t get a say,” Kade growled. “You’re our property for thirty days. If you embarrass us tonight, we’ll fuck you on the stage in front of everyone and then hand you over to the police.” Kai increased the intensity of the egg inside me. The combination of the wand on my clit, the egg buzzing against my G-spot, and the heavy beads in my ass had me shaking within seconds. “Don’t you dare come,” Kai warned, voice silky and cruel. “You hold it until we give permission. Understand?”

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is drenched in bondage, submission, BDSM, and dark role play. Only keep reading if you’re strong enough to surrender and curious enough to crave what happens next! ~~~ I have been stripped naked with my wrists bound behind my back for what seems like hours. In reality, My boyfriend, Liam and I have only spent a short time in the dungeon with our new mistress, Mistress Selene, but time has no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls.

"But of direction. If I'm being type sufficient to apply something small like needles, then I opt to use a whole lot of them." I sniffled, then skipped alongside at his facet while he used his chain leash to drag me, pausing to warfare only some times, and on every occasion became met with a harsh tug that made me choke a bit. And status out of doors the non-public dungeon - the only with a desk in it, I knew - with a Master whose concept of kindness became the needles for play piercing made me subsequently suppose that I truly became a slave who'd subsequently met my torture match. And perhaps I ought to be extra cautious with what I do. I shifted withinside the bondage he'd located me in,

He pulled me close again, his obsession clear in every touch. As the clock ticked past midnight, we were back to it. This time, he tied my hands to the headboard with a silk scarf, something we'd never done. The restraint made everything sharper. He kissed down my body, spending time on each breast, sucking until they were red and sensitive. Then lower, his mouth on my pussy, tongue flicking my clit relentlessly. I tugged at the scarf, wanting to touch him, but he held back, teasing until I was writhing. "Please, untie me," I gasped. He shook his head, grinning. "Not yet. I want you like this." He climbed up, entering me in one thrust. Missionary, but with my hands bound, I was at his mercy.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.