Femboy Self Bondage Novels & Stories

I had to reciprocate and breed her. With that, we cut and went to the breeding bed, where I was about to mount my own mother, playing the luckiest woman on the planet. The camera closed in to show mom guiding my huge ten inch phallus into her steaming depths. Mom's hand took that staff and stirred it in her pot. Trying to energize herself after that exhausting catfight, she used my ten inch telephone pole to touch herself in all the right places. Her eyes closed from the passion, causing me to grab back my unit and kiss mom's soft cherry lips. I pushed her back romantically and mounted her properly.

She licks her plumped up lips and then dips her head to my chest. Her tongue darts out and the tip flutters over my taut peak, tightening it further. Liquid fire roars through my veins and I involuntarily tug on the chains again. I doubt this bondage act is for my benefit, per se—I believe it’s to sate Jameson’s voyeuristic fetish. But, oh, Lord. It does offer an element of the forbidden, and that is damn sexy. So, too, is the fact that I’m obviously the centerpiece in this enticing feast.

But in this very moment, I felt like he finally accepted it to himself that he owned me completely and if being owned felt this good; I was his in every way. I snaked my hands around his hair and neck, hugging him tightly. The tightness building in my body finally burst into something far more than what I imagined it to be. “Fuck, princess. I feel you everywhere in my hand.” he rubbed my folds as if he was messaging them with my juices. As if he was getting me ready for something wilder, something more dangerous and adventurous. I hadn’t felt like that in a while. The rush, the thrill. He took off my soaked lace panties and inhaled.

“I especially like when you’re already inside me and you still push a finger or two in beside your cock. The burn… the way it forces me open even more while you’re fucking me. It makes me feel completely taken. I want to try something bigger than that eventually. Something that really stretches me until I can’t think.” I wrote every word carefully, the image already forming in my mind. “I like when you talk about breeding me, about filling me until it leaks out. Cum play. I like tasting it. I like feeling it inside me for hours after. I even like the idea of you using it as lube.” My handwriting stayed neat even though the words went straight through me. “What about bondage?” I asked.

Their senses were clouded dubiously, they no longer cared for the upgrading sounds of their sex. Soon, Zayn shoots his load into her body, filling her little vagina with his load. Their sweaty bodies panted for air, she softly removes the tank top on her face. "So fucking good... I think I have a new kink." She says to him. "Yeah?" He scrunches his face up, rolling over after pulling out of her. "Bondage." His eyebrows jump with shock. "I never took you'd be one of those girls to like bondage, Cassie. Good."

She moaned into his mouth as his tongue plunged down her throat. She felt his hands about her waist, realized that he was battling with her skirt and tights. She lifted her hips, tried to dislodge his weight but the movement only aided his task as he pushed the layers of material over her hips and down her thighs. Then he gave her the release she sought. Drawing back, his fingers pulled her clothes down to her ankles. Her boots stopped him, but only for a moment. Then she was naked. Totally naked in this stranger's bed. With her arms trapped behind her back, she could not move enough to sit up. He smiled down at her as he reached behind him. "You like ropes?" It was a rhetorical question. Ki

His forefingers swirled around the little nubs and they became instantly hard and swelled to almost double their usual length. "I've never experienced anything like this," I whispered. "It's almost as if I feel I'm wrapped up, or, I don't know, mummified." "This is similar to Shibari, Japanese rope bondage," he said conversationally, "and this part," he tapped the rope where it went down from my belly and between my vaginal lips, "is called a crupper." I was still looking in the mirror in utter amazement and trying to take everything in as he was speaking.

“You’ve been a bad girl, touching yourself without permission. Time to remind you who owns this body. Hands behind your back, now.” I obeyed instantly, my wrists crossing behind me as he knelt on the bed. The rope was cool and smooth against my skin, his fingers deft as he tied tight knots, binding my wrists securely. The restraint sent a thrill through me, my pulse racing as he moved to my ankles, tying them together so my legs were forced closed, my slick thighs rubbing against my pulsing clit. Then came the blindfold, plunging me into darkness, every sound and sensation amplified. The creak of the bed, the rustle of his sweatpants, his heavy breathing—it was all electric, making my skin p

“Everything, remember?” “Yes, but I didn’t think everything included bodily functions!” “Well, now you know differently.” Saber ran his fingers over her bottom. “Her ass looks so pretty pink.” “It does,” Gomez agreed huskily. “Right, limits, sweetheart.” “I . . . buying me period things!” Smack! “Not a proper limit,” Saber warned her. Fine. “No blood. No humiliation. No name-calling.” “What about bondage? Gags? Blindfolds? Whips? Paddles? Canes?” Gomez asked.

I’m not stressed, just looking for my boyfriend to play with me. He moves down my body, focusing on my ankles next. He brings my knees up, drapes them apart, and binds each ankle to the corresponding knee in a soft, looped bend. Loose enough that I can shift, tight enough that I can’t straighten my legs. My thighs fall open. The rope at my knees is the same soft braid, dressed across my skin in patterns that don’t bite. He kneels back. Looks at me. "Beautiful," he says. Quiet. Half to himself.