Novel & Cerita F/m Bondage Stories

His forefingers swirled around the little nubs and they became instantly hard and swelled to almost double their usual length. "I've never experienced anything like this," I whispered. "It's almost as if I feel I'm wrapped up, or, I don't know, mummified." "This is similar to Shibari, Japanese rope bondage," he said conversationally, "and this part," he tapped the rope where it went down from my belly and between my vaginal lips, "is called a crupper." I was still looking in the mirror in utter amazement and trying to take everything in as he was speaking.

Two of his fingers slide inside me stretching me open while his tongue works my clit in firm strokes. The way sounds from his mouth filled the room mixed with my ragged breathing. Pleasure coiled tightly in my belly, every nerve alive, the temperature playing and his relentless attention. He curled his fingers hitting a spot that made my toes curl and stars burst behind my eyelids. Just when I thought I might shatter he stopped and stood up and grabbed his own shirt from the floor and folded it quickly. “Close your eyes,” he ordered softly. I obeyed and he tied the fabric around my head, blindfolding me.

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

Blurb In a pack where weakness is a death sentence, Aneira has spent her entire life surviving in the shadows. Born an omega, a hybrid, and cursed with a chubby, plus-sized body that the Ashfang Pack openly mocks, she is everything they despise. With no magic, no wolf worth claiming, and no one to protect her, Aneira learns early that invisibility is her only shield. Until the day she’s sent to serve in the Alpha’s house and fate makes its cruelest mistake. Alpha Kale has waited years to find his mate. Powerful, feared, and destined to rule, he never expected her to be this: a fragile, scent-marked omega he would rather reject than claim. But before he can decide her fate, Aneira chooses

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

Their strength and grace, a perfect balance, was a dance I yearned to master. “Bind him,” Liam instructed, and Marcus tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. Liam knelt between my legs, his fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my ass with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” he murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my cock, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. Marcus straddled my face, lowering his wet cock to my mouth, and I licked eagerly, sucking his tip as he moaned, his precum coating my tongue.

“Always claimed. Always my equal. As long as the moon rises in the sky and as long as the earth bears fruit, my wolf will belong to your light.” Freya felt a tear of happiness slide down her face, lost in his smile. She realized that the erotic and emotional journey that had begun in a violent and dark encounter had reached its glorious peak. She was no longer the prisoner of love; she was its master. The sacred bond had been tested by fire and silver, by betrayal and war, and had emerged unbreakable.

I arrived at the house at exactly eight the next night freshly showered and ready to fuck. The husband answered the door and invited me in. We went into the kitchen and he made a couple drinks. He asked if everything was still okay and if I had any questions before I began. I told him no, but quick thinking on my part made was going to make the experience even more pleasurable. “Hey, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a little request,” I said. “How bout a little bondage to spice things up. You could go tied her to the bedposts and blindfold her. She’d probably go crazy with that shit.”

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.