Femboy Self Bondage Novels & Stories

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

Like he wasn’t seeing a person anymore… just the target of everything boiling inside him. The second boy leaned in closer, tightening his grip as the first boy strained against it. “Don’t forget who she is.” A pause… The room felt stretched thin. “If you touch her…” His grip tightened further. “This won’t end in your favour.” That landed differently… Not like a warning but a fact. The first boy’s breathing hitched. For a moment, the rage didn’t disappear but it hit resistance. Something stronger than impulse. Something heavier than consequence. His fist trembled violently now… raw emotions trying and failing to spill out.

He loved the feel of her hair in his hand; so soft and long. Annie felt like a princess as she let him take care of her hair. “Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that you knew how to braid.” She teased. Eric chuckled. “I have three sisters and Elaina made sure I knew how to do a french braid. She would always insist I do them for her.” He finished on time and Annie stood up from the tub to admire herself in the mirror. “I love it. Thank you!” She smiled. He moved closer to her and wrapped his left hand around her waist. He reached for his phone with his right hand and took a bathroom selfie of them. Annie gave her best smile and they did different poses and took as many shots as

He must have been very tired. He looked so cute and handsome with his messed up hair falling on his forehead. He looked like a young boy. I felt this urge to rake my fingers in his hair. And before I could stop myself, I did that. To my horror, he stirred in sleep and my hand got caught between his head and pillow. He pulled me even more into his chest. I was feeling shy, but somehow I liked it. His arms and leg were wrapped around me as if I was some tree and he was like a climber who was wrapped around my body.

"You think a simple apology can erase everything you did to her?" Two guards stepped forward and seized Cassandra's arms, preparing to drag her away for punishment. Just as she was being dragged out the door, Cassandra twisted around, the fear and despair in her eyes turning into venomous madness. "But you were infatuated with me!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with madness. "You didn't want a powerful mate! You wanted a toy! I helped you get rid of her so you could have complete control over me, isn't that what you wanted? A woman who would completely obey you and never question you!"

Bella whimpers a little at the unfamiliar feeling as she's used to me going for less restrictive breast bondage normally, but I want her tits sensitive, yearning to be touched. A few more knots and I'm done, leaving her tits constricted at the base and sticking out from her body invitingly. I move to her thighs next and bind her ankles to them, rendering her helpless that way. A few more loops around her waist follow, and I bring the last length of rope from above her belly button between her pussy lips, and tie it to the waist ropes in back. I check all the knots, they are tight and the ropes

(灬✪﹃✪灬) Black silk bondage ribbons? 🤔 Nah, he didn’t need ropes and other such things to restrain and tie up his baby. Couldn’t he just press him down with his Enforcer powers? It would be gentler on his baby’s sensitive skin! And much quicker and easier to remove if his baby didn’t like this bondage play.

"Did anyone talk to you about getting out of bondage as soon as you were done? Once you are out of the 'sexing' mode and have been satisfied, bondage can get really uncomfortable for the limbs." "How would you know that?" "I have known others who wanted to experiment. Some were pretty committed. For instance, one girl always wanted to be bound face-down, and maybe with more than one guy involved... one to visit each hole plus a switch-hitter to finish, doing both holes after she was sloppy. Another time a girl and a guy wanted a third for a double bondage. They wanted to be there, helpless, while their partner was used by somebody they trusted."

Well, she knew she wasn't going to want to for a long time until she satisfied herself. Self Bondage was her new kink. She reclined, enjoying the feeling of being laced up just as the vibrator kicked into its second intensity level. Higher and higher, It crept over the next half hour, before dropping back down to the lowest level and starting the process all over. The front door slammed. Veronica's entire body jolted, hard, as her heart kicked into high gear. "Veronica." called a familiar voice. That person was none other than Dominic Clint.