Free Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

“So how was yesterday's lesson for you?” “Yesterday's lesson in vanilla Bdsm, you mean?” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Well, how did you like it?” “I like the blind folding and the bonding part. And the part where I absolutely did not beg you for relief.” “Did to.” She turned her lips downward. “Alas, I did. But I gave you a run for your money.” “I agree to that begrudgingly.” He faced her. “So you like that part?”

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

Her body pulsed with shame, heat, and forbidden need. “On your knees,” he ordered. She knelt. “Hands behind your back.” She obeyed. He bound her wrists in soft silk, then parted her thighs and secured her ankles to the platform. Her back arched slightly, breasts thrust forward, her cunt wet and exposed beneath the ribbon. The blindfold came last. Darkness swallowed her. And then nothing. No sound. No touch. Just her breath. Fast. Loud. She didn’t know how long she stayed like that. Seconds. Minutes. An eternity. Her muscles ached. Her mouth went dry. She wanted to cry. She wanted to beg. And then she felt fingers.

He said, now full on laughing too. "What? How? Why?" The alcohol was really making our conversation funnier than it would have been if we were sober. "Well, for starters, I thought it was like marriage but naughtier and more fun. If you did bondage with someone, it meant you loved them." "Tied up, together? And what about now?" I asked, loving where the conversation was headed. "Now, it simply has become a part of me. To be the one my woman turns to when she wants to feel used and abused."

, “I can bet it's only a stud or one inch when it's relaxed.” The bound men were badly ridiculed by both the men and women. Some of them tried to resist and shook too hard to get free, causing the frame to shake and Anna's whip lashing against their bare buttocks. Some of them found the whipping pleasurable while others were terrified by it.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

I lay on the massive king-sized bed in nothing but a thin black silk robe, staring at the ceiling of the luxurious prison I had called home for two years now. I still remembered the night Jackson Cho bought me at that underground auction. I was twenty-one then, terrified and naked on stage while rich, dangerous men bid on my body. He won. He paid an enormous amount of money and took me home that same night. From that moment, I became his personal sex slave. His toy. His property. He ruined me for anyone else. My body, my mind, even my soul now belonged to the most dangerous mafia lord in the city.

"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."

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including BDSM elements (bondage, gagging, blindfolding), rough sex, oral sex, facials, and power imbalance dynamics. While consent is present, it explores themes of submission and vulnerability. Have fun lovliessss. CHAPTER ONE “What is it, Ronan? C’mon, you can tell me.”

"But I do not see it that way. I feel trapped in an endless cycle of bondage. First, My Master and now, you." "You f*cking see this as bondage?" He snarled and pushed deeper into her. "I let you do whatever you want. I let you show off your body and shake your a*s in front of those cøwards who do nothing but fantasize about what's mine. If you think punishing you for talking about other men's cøck in front of me is f*cking bondage, then you're mistaken, Cariño. But by all means, I can show you what bondage really is. Is that what you want?"