Femboy Knotted Novels & Stories

Pam knelt there on the bed, wearing a too small, sinfully erotic, bra and panty set. Her daughter's boyfriend was bound, spread eagle next to her, his gorgeous freshly shaven genitals blatantly on display. And her deviously manipulative friend was perched on the other side of Ron, her robe mostly clinging to the perspiration coating her sleek, curvy form, yet somehow still managing to hang open and sway with her movements, to expose a tantalizing portion of each breast, her earlier efforts to keep retying the sash long abandoned.

Phoebe said smiling. "It's a Fancysteel sissy," it'll give you a more feminine look. "But I..." Ben began. "At least try it. You know as a slave, you have to forget what you want," Phoebe said simply. The belt was attached. Then Phoebe pulled out of the panties. Ben picked an orange pair and put them on. He looked at himself in the mirror and was surprised by the camel toe look of the belt. Then there was the bra, a skirt, a t-shirt and heel shoes. Ben thought he'd take them out once he got in the cell.

New Story: Fuck me Stud Kiki couldn't believe the bastard was cheating on her, long black hair, blue eyes and sex on her mind constantly. What more could a guy want? Well she'd show him; at the music fest tonight she was gonna get fucked and make sure that cheating prick Bobby knew about it. It shouldn't be hard because she knew he'd be there. She wore a tiny pair of cutoffs that let the bottom of her ass peek out, a pink halter that barely contained her high firm 20 year old tits. Her ankle socks and white tennis shoes completed the picture.

Then the cord pulled tight, and it forced her to straddle the bench. “Ty, I’m not sure about this.” “I got you, babe. These are quick release knots. You only need to say it’s over and I’ll stop. Gods, you need to see yourself. You’re beautiful.” He was watching her now. His hands ran up and down her body. Rose could do nothing right now, and Ty knew she was loving it. “Ty, talk me through what you’re going to do. Gods, I’m shaking, but I don’t know if it’s fear or need.”

He stepped by me, placing a hand low on my waist, and took the purple rope, unbinding it slowly. “Spread your legs amator meus (my lover).” I did as I was told, opening my legs to hip width, watching him closely. As he unfurled the rope he draped it around my neck, the rope hanging to the floor and pooling there. It was soft against my skin, sliding easily as he crossed it at the base of my throat, tying a knot there with the four strands, 2 on either side. He then split the strands and pulled them slightly to the side, making a pair of knots, once finished crossed one set across my back and the other through the valley of my breasts. In the center of my chest, he made a knot there, with a s

I deadpanned. “Yes, and I’m sure Miss Loveson would appreciate the... visual clarity a video demonstration provides.” “Knotting is done between bonded pairs, or those with ruts and heats. It’s to seed the man’s essence and increase the chances of pregnancy.” “That’s all true,” Rowan smirked. “But it’s more than just biology. It’s primal. Raw. Intense. I’m telling you—when you’re knotted, it’s like nothing else exists. You feel everything. The stretch, the pressure, the heat. It’s addictive.”

And strangely enough, right after she had told him, Toby had sent him a message telling him he was off to his set, and would catch him later However, he did notice the threat. Or a warning, which followed the message, about watching Christy and not doing any funny business with her. He had chuckled at that and reminded him he was heavily and completely gay. So no ‘funny’ business would happen. She pulled out a pink short, a one-selvedge one. “I like this one.” She wasn’t even paying attention to the dress she was holding up; it was more or less her trying to push out her bountiful clothes to bring out the one she liked.

In the center of cords was a Celtic nine knot that had Siobhan’s luckenbooth and then the Urquhart and Saints emblems on either side of it. Knuckles wiped away tears from Nessie’s cheeks. “It’s perfect, lass. Oh, I love me girls.” Nessie said softly. “You’re a lucky woman, sister.” Ciara said moving Knuckles hand to Nessie’s. “Blessed by the goddess, blessed by love and blessed by me.” She draped the flat knot over their joined left hands and wrapped the remaining cords artfully around their hands and wrists three times. “I bind these two, she to he and he to she. By power of three, so mote it be.”

A green beret, green sash with badges sewn on it, and a pair of calf high white stockings completed the look. She held up a length of nylon rope. "Mr. Brad, can you help me with my knot tying?" "Of course," I replied. "I tried to tie a half hitch, but I don't think this is right," she said, dropping the rope and looking down at the knot holding her shirt together. She stood right in front of me, taking an end of the shirt in each hand and began to slowly pull. I watched, mesmerized as the fabric slowly slid through the knot, then the knot was gone and her shirt was open. She spread her arms, exposing her breasts to me.