Free Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

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

“You’re amazing, too. I only meant to share with you what it could be like with another woman. Men aren’t the only ones who can make you feel special. I hope you understand more now.” “I think I like the p**n flicks...or maybe it’s the bondage that I’m curious about.” She caressed Kiera’s cheek, letting her thumb move over soft lips; Sandi looked into her eyes. “Bondage isn’t as kinky as people think. They don’t understand what’s behind the bondage and how it can enhance sexual experiences. Look what the blindfold did for you.” Kiera’s lips were too close; Sandi wet her own as she enjoyed the look of satisfaction on Kiera’s face.

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 removed his own shirt revealing the strong lines of his chest, then took out a silk blindfold from his drawer. “Close your eyes,” he commanded. He tied the blindfold around my head. Everything narrowed to just sound and touch. Then his fingers brushed my shoulders and trailed down my spine making me shiver. He led me to bed and laid me down on my back. “Keep your hands above your head and do not move them.” I obeyed, stretching my arms up and he used his silk ties to bind my wrists loosely to the headboard, reminding me that I’m at his mercy.

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.

I let her feel the denial, let her squirm. With my free hand, I unbuttoned my white shirt one slow flick at a time, letting her watch. When it hung open, I shrugged it off, crisp cotton sliding down my arms. Her gaze devoured the movement, her chest heaving, lips stretched obscenely around me. I gathered the fabric, then seized both her wrists. She didn’t fight. Just let me yank her arms behind her back and bind them tight with my shirt with a knot secure enough to bite without cutting circulation.