Femboy Self Bondage Novels & Stories

Hair. I quickly made a bun of my hair and then, hid that ceramic piece in it making it invisible to them. I was brought to his room, when I was done with it. That shameless man was laying on the bed with evil smile and on his boxers. "Come in and lay beside me," he said as he drunk the glass of his drink. I followed him. I had to. I laid like a lifeless wood beside him. He had some chains beside him. Don't tell me he was into bdsm stuffs. I was terrified. How am I going to kill him if he tied me on chains?

It was a deluxe bondage set, complete with restraints, blindfolds, and other accessories designed to heighten pleasure and intensify sensation. Without hesitation, I made my purchase and hurried back to my car, the box tucked securely under my arm. Driving home, my thoughts turned to Sean again, and the roleplay scenario I had planned for us. It was a bold move, and he’d never see it coming.

I warn her and she bobs her head like a little kid. I walk up to her and pull her top over her head staring at her boobs in awe. “Stop!” She covers her boobs with her hands, feeling shy. “Why are you shy? I’ve literally seen them without the bra.” She giggles. “Your intense gaze is what’s making me shy.” I smile at her cute behaviour. She slowly removes her hands and unhooks the bra making it hard for me to control myself. “I want to fuck you right now.” She gulps nervously.

“Nope. Sex should have been enough for you.” “It’s never enough. Cuddling after sex is.” “You can cuddle but no foreplay? You are a weird one.” “Weirdo is my name.” “Okay. So that’s what I’m supposed to call you?” “Yeah.” He kisses my neck and takes the comb from me. “Let me help you with that.” “No.” I grab the comb from him. “What tomboy? You don’t want me touching your hair?” “Yeah. I will do it on my own.”

i pull out my phone and call, "Hey buddy. Are you doing anything tonight?" Sitting down on the couch I await his answer. "Not really. There is this one girl that has been trying to get me to fuck her senseless, but other than that no." He is quiet for a minute, "Here's an idea. Since she wants me to fuck her, why don't you come over and we can tag team her. Maybe you can do some of your bondage shit on her too. She might get a kick out of it and we could fuck her till she's raw. I mean here me out. Tie her up, gag her and then we can fuck her senseless. Hell, we wouldn't even need to use a condom. She would be our come bag."

It feels like a dream now. "This week, you learned that your body is a vessel for my commands, Professor. Today, I’m going to turn that vessel inside out. I’m going to tie you in every corner of this room and give you unlimited orgasms. And you don’t need my permission. I want you to scream until your throat is raw." My pussy twitches at his words. Damn! Unlimited orgasms after one week without any. I just can’t wait. *** I am bound on a flat weight bench in an extremely exposed position. Will knows how much I love bondage, so he always finds new ways to secure me. Today, he’s rewarding me, which’s why he's gone the extra mile with it.

I was passed between him and three others for hours, my body rocking between their cocks as they took turns in every hole. Kai was rough and primal, spanking my ass red while he pounded me from behind, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. Liam directed the scene, telling them exactly how to fuck me, when to fill me, when to pull out and paint my tits. The third was Julian, a Latin artist with a creative, filthy mind and a talent for pushing boundaries. He introduced toys and light bondage during his first session, tying my wrists to the headboard while he ate my pussy until I squirted,

I questioned. “It’s a butt plug,” Zander snickered. “Oh, I think that will go on the maybe pile for now,” I gulped. We continued to go through the bags. Yes pile – Lube, Clitoral stimulator, blindfold, wrists and ankle restraints with bed tethers, feather tickler, pinwheel, spreader bar, massage oils, spanking paddle, bondage ropes, and bondage tape. Maybe pile – Nipple clamps, clitoral clamps, and butt plug.

I'd had first aid training, so was familiar with the concept. "Do you have any bondage furniture?" "Not yet. I was thinking of making my own. I'm a building contractor." "At the very least," Mistress Dark said, "I recommend a St. Andrews cross like this one here. Come here, Slut, so you can demonstrate for me." "Yes, Mistress." Slut left her corner and trotted over to the St. Andrews cross, kind of a big X. Mistress Dark fastened her to the cross face down, demonstrating with a cane how open the backside was. Two more welts appeared on Rose's bottom. Then she released her and fastened her with her back to the cross and took out a whip and began striking her large size boobs, stomach and even

Trigger Warnings: Female Dominance (Femdom), cuckolding, financial domination (findom), breath play, spanking, edging, and explicit language. Vesper The air in my private dungeon was thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the metallic tang of ozone from the nearby shock collars. I sat on my velvet throne, my legs crossed, the heel of my Louboutin pressing firmly into the center of Toby's chest. Toby-my dedicated little pay pig-was exactly where he belonged: on his knees, shivering with a mixture of terror and agonizing arousal.