Free Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

"The rope is for the masterpiece. I told you I was going to break you, little lamb. But a broken thing needs to be bound so it heals in the right shape. My shape." He didn't use the oil this time. He wanted her to feel the bite. He flipped her onto her stomach, his heavy knee pressing into the small of her back, pinning her down as he made the first pass of the rope. He began to weave. This was Shibari..a calculated, restrictive cage of knots that turned her body into a map of his own desires. He worked in a heavy, focused silence, the only sound the crackle of the fire and the creak of the hemp as it tightened.

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 15 Caught in the Act The world outside the master bedroom had completely ceased to exist for the two of us. We were entirely, utterly lost in each other, drowning in a thick, suffocating ocean of pure, forbidden pleasure. The painful doubts of the previous day, the lingering fear of the future, and the heavy burden of Michael’s dark mafia lifestyle had all melted away into nothingness, replaced by the white-hot intensity of our sweating skin and the rhythmic, desperate movements of our bodies.

Something about having money just gave an overwhelming sense of success. Let's do this! During my third go, I detoured into the shop faster than it takes the human eye to blink. A gust of cold breeze chilled me immediately. It was cool inside. The white lights overhead gave a peaceful, relaxing, and even serene feel. My lips paused in a wow as I noticed just how big the store was. There were so many different aisles with things I'd never seen before in my life. With my mouth wide open, I started the walk down the aisle. The aisle contained items of bondage. Handcuffs with timers, chains, colored ropes, blindfolds, blindfolds with cut-outs, something that looked like a torture mechanism.

he asked, tugging lightly. “Yeah,” I breathed, testing the bind. “Now your ankles.” He knelt as he tied them, spreading my legs. “Lie back for me.” I eased onto the platform. My bound wrists pressed into my lower back, and my legs stayed parted, the ropes keeping me in place. I couldn’t see him, but his presence was everywhere. “You’re perfect like this,” he said, commanding. “Completely mine to unravel.” “Yours?” “For now.” His fingers trailed down my throat, slow and teasing. “Ready to let go?”

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

He ordered. The glass was cold against my skin as I lay back, the chandelier lights above me glaring down. Marcus spread my wrists above my head, binding them with leather cuffs and fixing them to the table legs. My ankles were next and he secured them wide apart until I was utterly exposed. The woman circled me like a predator, running her long manicured nails along the glass table. “So helpless,” She purred. Her hand skimmed up my thigh, making me quiver. “Touch her.” Marcus smirked as he settled into the sofa, man spreading like a king watching his entertainment.

Her breasts bounced gently with each thrust as she pulled helplessly against her restraints. Then he switched. His pace turned rough and brutal. He gripped her tied wrists and pounded into her hard and fast. The bed creaked as he slammed his thick cock into her dripping cunt again and again. “Yes! Fuck me, Sir!” Lara cried out, completely broken. “Harder! Please fuck your whore harder!” Raymond groaned and fucked her like an animal. He leaned down and bit her neck out of sheer pleasure. He untied her wrists temporarily and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He fucked her doggy style, gripping her hips and pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust. Then he made her ride him.

“How do you intend to do that?” She bluffed and laughed at me. “Hmm, have you heard of BDSM?” “Like Masochism and Bondage stuff?” “Yes. Bondage, Masochism, Dominance and Sadism.” “Hmm, i an not sure those are good ideas.” “You would enjoy them, trust me and you would learn so much about these types of sex.” “Does it hurt?” “It is gonna be a bitter sweet feeling and we would take it one by one.” “What one should we start from?”

bringing her right to the edge of orgasm over and over without letting her come, until she was sobbing and begging, and then finally allowing release that was so intense she saw stars. Xavier introduced her to light bondage.....silk restraints that held her in vulnerable positions while he and his brothers took turns with her body. Silas showed her the pleasure of slow, sensual worship....treating her body like a temple, finding every sensitive spot, learning what made her gasp and moan. At hour twelve, they ordered food and fed her by hand while she sat naked between them, their fingers occasionally wandering to tease and touch between bites. At hour sixteen, they drew her a bath and washed