Female Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

\"This cunt was made for my seed. You'll swell with my child, ruined for any other man.\" He thrust in savagely, bottoming out in one go, her scream piercing the silence—pain and ecstasy twisting her face. The watchers murmured approval, candles flickering as hands moved faster. Dominic pounded her missionary on the altar, her legs spread wide over the reliquary, tits bouncing free from the gown. Each brutal slam shook the stone, her pussy squelching loudly, cream frothing at the base of his shaft. \"Fuck, so wet for your audience—tell them how it feels.\"

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

Trusted him to guide her into uncharted territories of sensation. "Okay," she agreed shakily. "I'm ready." Chad smiled his approval and helped her up off the floor. "Let's begin then." Over the next several hours, Chad took Cassandra on a journey unlike any she'd ever experienced. He introduced her to new kinks and fetishes she had only vaguely heard of - flogging, sensation play, breath play, spanking, gags, and more. Each thing they did pushed her a little bit further outside her comfort zone, testing her limits in thrilling new ways.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

The metallic clink of chains echoed softly between cries and laughter. Everywhere she looked, fantasies unfolded openly. A woman arched back in bliss beneath a flogging. A man knelt silently at his Mistress’s feet. Another submissive sobbed beautifully while being comforted after a scene. No shame. No mockery. No pretending. Only raw honesty wrapped in ritual and trust. Ruby’s chest tightened almost painfully. This was real. Not stories. Not fantasies online. Real people. Real surrender. Real control. And somewhere within this intoxicating kingdom of desire…

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

"But we both know Finn has never touched you like this. He wouldn't know where to start." She let out a soft, broken sound as her head fell back against the leather seat. The club was buzzing, people were dancing mere feet away, and her husband's brother was claiming her in the dark, his touch, the only thing making her feel alive. She was shivering uncontrollably now, her grip on his wrist weakening as the sensation began to overwhelm her. Her body was betraying her again, damp and aching for her husband’s brother. Ronan sensed one of his associates glancing their way and pulled his hand back with a smooth nonchalance, as if he hadn't just been dismantling her composure under the table.

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

She even told her everything about going shopping and to the movies, and went into explicit detail about the way she and her father had made each other cum in the theater. The blonde's expression turned to one of amazement, and her hands grew continually rougher and more aggressive on Brook's tits as she listened to the story. Just telling it had Brook's panties soaking wet, and she was pretty sure Cindy's were too. "Holy fuck!" the blonde said. "You're so lucky." Brook just about had her courage up to the point where she was ready to push her hand into Cindy's panties to feel the other girl's pussy, but her father was calling to them from the living room.

"They tended to suf fer cramps and then became crazed with the need to be mounted. Only, their captors didn't touch them. They'd let them suffer for days until they were more animal than a girl. We'd hear them screaming, and then the screams would turn to pleads of mercy. They eventually became pregnant after being trained by those who had come and paid to fuck them. They were often killed when they were done using them." "Is that your plan for me?" I asked, holding Saint's stare as I exhaled the smoke. "Tie me to a bed and allow others to use me?" His lips jerked up, and he shrugged as my heart clenched. My eyes dropped, unable to stomach the idea of being helplessly bound to a bed, ever ag