Femdom Male Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

"You don't know much about it, do you?" "I've skimmed a few books but nothing more" Meg replied, shaking her head. "Okay. Tell me what you think about it. I wanna hear your thoughts and conclusions". Jake asked her. "Okay. I think, it involves bondage and whips, maybe a few cuffs and paddles. I know that there's a Dominant person and a submissive one. And that the dominant sort of derives pleasure from giving the submissive pain. Although I do not understand why someone would want that or would want to inflict pain on themselves to please someone" Meg explained.

His eyes lit up when I handed him the flowers, a soft, genuine smile touching his lips. He guided me past the main public floor into a private suite locked behind a heavy steel door. "The Master told me you'd be coming back tonight," Jake murmured, setting the flowers on a side table. "She said you couldn't resist." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this mysterious owner, but before I could ask, Jake began shedding his clothes. He stood bare before me, his eyes dark with intent. He reached for a leather chest on the bed, pulling out restraints and toys. Within minutes, he had my wrists chained to the leather headboard above me and my legs secured wide apart.

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

What would it feel like to be locked in that cage, naked and waiting, with his footsteps approaching? I kept reading, heart racing faster. He had a list of rules for subs and that was to address him as Dom always, no touching yourself without permission, and daily tasks to prove devotion. One entry talked about a scene he'd done, binding a guy, edging him for hours with a vibrator on his cock, denying him release until he begged to be broken. Then, finally, fucking him rough while the viberator still buzzed inside him. Reading those words made me leak, my hole aching, empty and desperate. I wanted that denial, the slow build, the flood of release, the overwhelming sensation of being taken ha

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

His tongue circled my clit—slow, teasing—then sucked hard, teeth nipping gently. His fingers quickly joined again, all three now, stretching me wider, pounding in time with his licks. I was lost, relishing every flick, every thrust, my dreams exploding into reality. He was my dom, owning my body, teaching me submission through ecstasy and pleasure. "Fuck... you taste like sin," he muttered, tongue plunging deep, fucking me with it while his fingers curled against that spot. I screamed, my orgasm building fast, but he pulled back immediately, cutting it off and denying me release.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

"Not yet, baby. Daddy has more in store for you." He untied my wrists just enough to reposition me, flipping me onto my back and securing the tie to the coffee table leg, spreading my arms wide. Vulnerable, exposed, I watched him grab a leather belt from his discarded jeans... not to whip, but to loop around my ankles, binding them apart. The bondage and dominance edge sharpened the air, thrilling and terrifying in its intensity. "Tell me your fantasies, Liv," he demanded, kneeling between my splayed legs, cock throbbing against my thigh. "Every dirty detail."

As the pressure of his body left her, she managed to crawl from beneath him and was almost on her feet when he again clamped his arms around her and pinned her to the ground. --- Harder than he’d ever been in his life, Dominic tore her jeans from her body and then gripped her arms, locking them behind her back and trapping them there with one hand. He curled his other arm around her waist and pulled her ass in the air. “God, you’ve no idea how hot you look right now. Completely submissive.” Without any preamble, he plunged two fingers inside her. “You’re so wet for me. See, baby, your body knows it belongs to me.”

Andrew's crosses, spanking benches, suspension rigs, bondage furniture I didn't even have names for. And people. Dozens of people in various states of dress and undress, some watching scenes in progress, others negotiating their own. On one platform, a woman was tied to a cross while her dom worked her over with a flogger, her skin turning pink under the leather falls. On another, a man was bent over a spanking bench, his dom's hand coming down hard on his ass while he counted each strike. My cock was achingly hard, pressing against the tight jeans Dante had made me wear.