Free Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

In the deepest shadows, where whispers of desire danced upon the air, the goddess Navana, a radiant embodiment of love and beauty, found solace in the arms of a mortal man named Theron. Their clandestine union kindled a flame that burned with an intensity beyond mortal comprehension. Amidst stolen moments, hidden from the prying gaze of the divine, Navana and Theron surrendered to the depths of their love, weaving a tale of passion and longing. It was during one such clandestine encounter that the fruit of their devotion was conceived—a baby girl, born of a love so pure it defied the boundaries of their separate worlds.

he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm. ‎Goosebumps were all over my body. ‎"I'm saying it's wrong. It's a sin," I repeated, but I couldn't stop myself from taking a small step closer to him. ‎The way we were talking was already making me so horny and causing some wetness to pool at my core. The forbidden nature of our attraction made it almost impossible for me to resist him at that moment. ‎"What more can I say? I love doing forbidden things. The fact that it's forbidden makes me want to have you more, it makes it more thrilling and exciting," Tyson said huskily before leaning forward and capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

, he pleaded voice hoarse, hips hips jerking one last time, as a tear rolled down his cheek from the denial. My gaze landed on him struggling against his bonds for a long moment before I got up. Releasing the belt from the chair and pulling him to his feet. I led him to the bed post, making him sit on the bed and wrapped the belt around his wrists again, this time securing them high above his head so he was exposed and helpless. Climbing onto the bed, I positioned myself over his crotch. My hands lined his cock up with my entrance and then I sat on it, letting his hard dick impale me.

Every time he bottomed out, I felt the vibration in my very bones, a deep, bruising intimacy that Manuel’s illness had stolen from us years ago. "How long have you been craving a man who doesn't care about your feelings, Blaire?" he asked, his hands moving to my hair, wrapping a handful of my dark curls around his fist and tugging my head back. "How many nights did you lie awake wanting to be taken like this?" "Every single night," I confessed, the words torn from me as his thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves at my core, grinding against me in time with his brutal thrusts.

I told her. “What! We are Americans, and one more thing, the don’t know shit, these people aren’t as, well, uh, flexible, as we are?” she is outspoken, brazen, and ridiculous. But she definitely made our night. We have drinks for a few more rounds. “So, I am curious about these things your boyfriend wants you to do, huh?” I ask boldly, with the help of the alcohol. She pounds the table and begins to tell her story, “Huh! Well, you see,” then she begins to whisper the censored part, “He wants us to do anal sex, and then deep throat, and bondage.”

My studies have been going well and stress-free, maybe from me dumping all of it deep inside my hot girlfriend's snatch nearly every night. Katie is still on impregnation and pregnancy of course, and has already added bondage to the mix – that was an interesting day when I found my sweet Katie with a riding crop and a stern look telling me, "Mistress want her slave's baby. Now." She didn't quite get that she was supposed to be the dominant one though, since by the end she was telling me she'd be a good little cumdump slave for her Master. She's been getting better at it though.

she told him. “Yes, you can. You just need a few minutes to relax.” She frowned beneath her mask. He said he would stop if she told him to, but now he was refusing. “I know what you’re thinking,” he told her, the amusement echoing in his soft tone. “The point of bondage is to push beyond your comfort zone, to force a deeper satisfaction than you ever thought you could experience. You just need a few minutes to relax before we start again.” Sandra’s frown remained. She didn’t think she could endure more, she was spent, her arms hurt, and her legs ached.

His free hand slid higher up my thigh, and his thumb brushed right along the edge of my dripping slit, teasing me with the lightest touch but still not giving me what I needed. I whined and tried to push my hips toward his hand but he held me down firmly. “Hold still a little longer, Freya. Almost done with the last curves. Be a good girl and keep that pussy dripping for me while I finish.” The final letters burned hotter as he worked them slowly and carefully, the needle biting deep with every pass. I was shaking all over now, sweat slicking my lower back and making my shirt stick to me, my thighs trembling hard under his strong grip.

They all laughed. ‘Holy shit! What's actually happening here? Is this how the crime scenes look in the United States? Why am I having this conviction that Nikolai was right? He actually warned me not to get married to Massimo and here I am, battling for freedom on a chair and with my hands and feet tied and chained to the wall. I was a princess and the daughter of a very renowned figure in the Russian Pratva and this wasn’t the kind of treatment meant for me. Maybe I would have to think further on how to get off these chains before it’s too late. I wouldn’t want to end up like that lady.

The room also holds an array of beautifully crafted toys, each one designed to tease and please. Amidst this carefully curated setting, Karen sits in front of a mirror, dressed in a delicate lingerie set. Her expression is one of contemplation rather than sadness, as she combs her hair with gentle strokes. The room is not a place of negativity or power imbalance, but rather a space where trust, communication, and consent form the foundation of their intimate connection. David's approach to bondage is rooted in love and respect for Karen. They have open conversations about boundaries and desires, ensuring that both partners feel safe and comfortable. The room becomes a sanctuary where they ca