F/m Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

My torso still provided a fairly good display, but once my bottom was covered, sitting down was not a problem, despite the spanking. We had a wonderful evening, playing cards until 11:30, switching partners every six games. Sandra won. After we'd quit cards, Master showed Dan and Sandra our bondage furniture. As he talked about it, I got the familiar tingles from imagining myself bound and helpless. Sandra noticed. "It still gives me a little shot of adrenaline," Sandra whispered. "Wish I was a bit younger." To the two men, she said, "Come on, Dan. Let's give these two love birds a little space. I think the slave is getting antsy."

He pulled me in for a hug. I did not spend the rest of the party obsessing over the fact that Liam and Alex were leaving. What I did was enjoyed myself and dance so freely that even the kids were embarrassed by me. Forbidden means that you can not have something or someone. And historically and by Beacon's values, I could not have a couple of things; like an omega having a good and successful life, and a she-wolf falling in love and getting married to a demon. But I made that sh*t happen. I did that. Lara Zane Meyer did that!

My fingers teased along the silk ties binding his wrists behind the chair, tugging just enough to remind him how helpless he was. My hands tightened those restraints further, pulling the knots secure so his arms flexed helplessly against them. The way his muscles strained only made me wetter, my walls clenching around his shaft as I rode him. I could feel the desperation building in his body, the way his hips tried to thrust up but stayed pinned under my control. It heightened everything—the emotional closeness mixed with the raw power I held over him.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

He said, now full on laughing too. "What? How? Why?" The alcohol was really making our conversation funnier than it would have been if we were sober. "Well, for starters, I thought it was like marriage but naughtier and more fun. If you did bondage with someone, it meant you loved them." "Tied up, together? And what about now?" I asked, loving where the conversation was headed. "Now, it simply has become a part of me. To be the one my woman turns to when she wants to feel used and abused."

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Brax had it covered. Seeing Airk lie like a starfish gave me some ideas for Mila. Maybe she’d be open to being tied to the bed, like a starfish. Or maybe she would want to tie me down; I would be up for either or both. ‘You’re horny. Are you coming back already?’ Mila asked, mind-linking me. ‘Brax ran out of the packhouse at record speed.’ ‘He’s with Airk now, so I’m all yours. What are your thoughts about some bondage?’

"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.

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.”