Novel & Cerita Female Bondage Stories

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Not until the figure couldn't take it any longer. “Your pussy is so fucking wet, Nabi.” I closed my legs immediately, trying to push her away from me. I already knew who it was. It was that girl. Treasure! She held my legs, refusing to let me push her totally away, while she dipped the dildo back in, and I was forced to keep moaning. “Fuck!” I released a sound which served as her motive. She didn't let me go; she just kept fucking me with the dildo using her hands while walking towards me.

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.

My fingers are tangled in her hair, and pulling her closer towards me. Her soft moans fill the room as I start grinding my cock against her pussy. She’s as soft and delicate as I imagined. The last pieces of my self-restraint break as she grinds her hips back against me. Furiously. She clings on to me, and rubs herself against me, seeking relief. Her sinful mouth plays with mine. I let her take what she wants. I hook my thigh between her legs, and she takes it. She grinds her hips in small circles. Her shorts are twisted to one side, and it’s her bare pussy rubbing itself against my thighs.

I tried to beg, the quivering of my legs getting harder, as did my attempts to close them. “Be a good doll and come for me again,” he commanded, and my body had no other choice but to obey his command.I came, and the sensation rocked my world.I couldn’t anymore. And when I thought that, I felt a finger pushing inside me, and starting to move.“P-p-pleas-s-s-” I tried saying, but my mouth was too busy taking in air to let me speak.My whole body shook as I felt another finger slide inside.“Oh, puppy, the fun is just starting.” He curled his fingers inside of me, and all that was left of me were pieces. I was flying in the air, among the stars, and having an extraterrestrial experience.Weird sou

Mara dropped into the window seat like her body weighed a thousand pounds. Three straight days of workshops, crisis calls, holding other people’s pain until her own felt numb. She needed these five hours. Just noise in her ears and nothing else. She pulled out her phone, plugged in her headphones, and opened the playlist. The private one. No title. Forty-seven tracks of the stuff she never let anyone see. Women moaning loud and broken, filthy commands, wet sounds, her own breathy voice in a few recordings where she’d touched herself and whispered every dirty thing she wanted but never asked for out loud.

And the whole dynamic made my cunt gush so hard I felt it drip onto the floor beneath me. Then a hand came from nowhere and smacked my ass again. Yes! Yes! Yes! Another greedy hand found my breasts, squeezing and dragging my nipples. Someone's fingers pushed inside my pussy from behind without warning, fingering frantically and I arched back against him. My helpless moans gagging on the dildo while Clyde watched from his chair as he stroked his throbbing cock. And there we were… Five men in a circle. Me at the center. Submitting to them naked, on my hands and knees.

I could hear their low voices praising me, calling me their good girl, their property. They brought out a vibrator. The buzzing toy pressed against my clit, sending waves of intense pleasure through me. They took me right to the edge — four, five times — bringing me so close that my thighs shook and tears soaked the blindfold, only to pull it away at the last second. I begged desperately, voice hoarse. “Please, Sir… I can’t take it anymore…” But they remained firm. Control was the lesson tonight. Eventually, they removed the blindfold and earplugs. I was untied and pulled into their arms. My body was shaking, covered in a thin layer of sweat, every nerve on fire.

"Toto, we aren't in Kansas anymore." Jess whispered. "Alice are we in wonderland?" If you took a stripper club, BDSM club, a biker club, and a brothel and mixed them altogether that's what you'd see here in this club. One corner was a stage with a pole and a naked stripper. The guys were taking turns with her on stage. Another corner had a stage with a bed and some BDSM stuff on the wall. Two guys were thoroughly fucking a woman handcuffed to the bed. It at least looked consensual. There were couches with people fucking right out in the open. On another wall there was a bar.

The room also holds an array of beautifully crafted toys, each one designed to tease and please. Amidst this carefully curated setting, Karen sits in front of a mirror, dressed in a delicate lingerie set. Her expression is one of contemplation rather than sadness, as she combs her hair with gentle strokes. The room is not a place of negativity or power imbalance, but rather a space where trust, communication, and consent form the foundation of their intimate connection. David's approach to bondage is rooted in love and respect for Karen. They have open conversations about boundaries and desires, ensuring that both partners feel safe and comfortable. The room becomes a sanctuary where they ca