Free Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”

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."

She strapped his wrists and ankles in the straps, leaving him standing in an X position, his arms and legs slightly akimbo. Anna repeated same for all of them till they were all bound strongly to the thick, strong polished wood. “Come in you guys!” Anna called out and smirked at the bound men, with her arms crossed over her chest. In a few seconds, the door was pushed open and a number of naked men and women stepped into the room. Each man was good looking and had dicks that looked a good six inches now they were relaxed, not to imagine how they'd look if they were erect. The bound men stared in awe, their heads slightly hung in shame. The ladies were equally beautiful, with perfect curves,

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."

“Good. Because I have not forgotten you either. Every time you clean this room, I find little traces of you. The way you fold the towels perfectly. The faint scent of your shampoo. I left those chocolates for you on purpose. Did you like them?” “I did,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. “They were the best I have ever tasted. Thank you. You did not have to do that.” “I wanted to. You work hard, Hazel. You deserve something sweet.” He stepped even closer, towering over me. “Tell me more about your studies. What is your favorite kind of forbidden story?” I shifted in the chair, suddenly very aware of how alone we were. “Ones where the powerful man notices the innocent girl. Where the attraction is

There was such a sense of vulnerably when you could not use your arms and your legs and the only way you could enjoy yourself was to simply relax and just let it happen. Knowing that you were at the mercy of someone else was so tantalizing. On the other hand, watching her tied to the bed while he was able to do anything he wanted to her was just as exciting. He would bring her to the point of explosion and then release and wait for her to calm done. It was frustrating for her and she had begged him not to stop. When he finally didn’t stop she had let go in welcome relief and said it was the best feeling she had ever experienced in her life.