Jay Wiseman's Erotic Bondage Handbook Mga Nobela at Kwento

"This ceremony makes you mine forever. Full submission. Say yes." "Yes, sir," I breathed, pussy wet already. He started with ropes—elaborate red silk, binding my wrists behind my back, then looping around my breasts, framing them tight. The ropes crossed my torso, knotting at my hips, spreading my thighs with a bar between my ankles. I felt exposed, helpless, heat building. He laid me on the bed, secured the ropes to the posts. "Hours of this, kitten. Edge until you're broken." He teased slow—feathers on my skin first, tickling my nipples, down to my clit. Then ice cubes, melting cold trails over my bound breasts. I squirmed, moans escaping.

He focuses on my neck, biting and sucking until I’m a squirming mess in his hands, my knees weak. I pull his face away for a second, breathing deeply as I turn him, pulling him onto the bed. I step forward as he lets his back fall onto the mattress. I take his hand, positioning it on my stomach and straddle him. His cock is inches from my throbbing pussy. My body is practically begging me for this. I sit up, positioning my centre directly above him. His hand rests on my waist, the other one rising to grip my boob. I lower myself after a second, feeling myself stretch around him, rocking my hips to get lower. The sensation of pleasure that engulfs me is mind-blowing.

“You’ve been a bad girl, touching yourself without permission. Time to remind you who owns this body. Hands behind your back, now.” I obeyed instantly, my wrists crossing behind me as he knelt on the bed. The rope was cool and smooth against my skin, his fingers deft as he tied tight knots, binding my wrists securely. The restraint sent a thrill through me, my pulse racing as he moved to my ankles, tying them together so my legs were forced closed, my slick thighs rubbing against my pulsing clit. Then came the blindfold, plunging me into darkness, every sound and sensation amplified. The creak of the bed, the rustle of his sweatpants, his heavy breathing—it was all electric, making my skin p

I went to my computer and logged into the website, my go-to tool for making connections in the bondage world in a safe and secure space. My husband and I have a reputation on the site for being matched with girls who want to experience bondage for the first time, but it had been a long time since anyone had sought our "services." Now, a girl was reaching out, but she was a lesbian and wanted to be with two women. My husband would be disappointed, but I knew immediately who my playmate should be. I quickly finalized the arrangements and instructions, agreeing to the girl's boundaries, a safe word, and, finally, a time and place.

Jayson practically ripped her shirt and bra off her. “Hand up kitten. You are being naughty.” I drawled. “I am sorry masters. That wasn’t my intent. I was just changing into my pajamas.” She gasped. “You shaking that ass says otherwise.” Jayson hissed. “OH FUCK.” She groaned. Two of my fingers easily slipped into her tight cunt as Jayson tied her hands gently together and secured them to the chain, he pulled down above her. Once we knew she was comfortable it was on. I pushed her legs apart with my foot before dropping to my knees. Jayson sat on the bed watching us. Fuck her pussy is so damn pretty. I slid a finger through her dripping lips until is grazed her clit making her hips buck. I sl

The feel of the gloves rubbing up against my body, teasing my breasts as the nipple clamps bite down hard, make my hands involuntary launch up to try to pull him to me. His hands grasp mine, the leather restraints wrapping around them, then he ties them to something, so my arms are stuck. The whip swings down. Moaning, I can feel the moisture between my legs building. His leather hands are teasing me perfectly. I feel a second pair of hands running up my body and the whip swinging down, hitting me, and my screams get louder. Their hands are teasing me, the vibrator still there, still making me want to finish. I can’t tell which one is Jackson anymore. Each one has leather gloves on, my mind

Sean bent down to pick up his Hermes belt that lay helplessly at my feet. “Give me your wrist,” he ordered. I immediately positioned my hands facing each other in front of my body. Then he tied both my wrists using the belt. I bit my lip while peeking at him from behind my eyelashes; he seemed to enjoy connecting with me. He then beckoned me with his eyes to get into bed and lie down waiting for him; then he stood looking at me with his lewd, powerful gaze full of wild passion, hot and dark. My femininity felt wet under his intense gaze. He removed his boxer so he was completely naked, followed me into the bed, and locked me under his body. My hands were tied above my head. His lips kissed m

A physical jolt causes me to thrash on the bed. His gaze narrows on me. He comprehends that when he takes my wrist, I know the reason why. He’s also well aware that I’m neither balking nor silently protesting. I’m a willing participant. He’s propped on one forearm, his hand above my head. That is where he guides my arm. He captures my other wrist, to raise it as well, using just a single, large hand to bind me. His free palm massages my breast. He toys with my nipple. Then he drifts south to pry my legs apart.

I’m completely naked in front of him, so overcome by desire now I forget to feel shy. Jim looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world. Seeing the lust in his eyes, knowing what the sight of my naked body is doing to him, gives me power. I lick my lips and bring my hand down, plunging it inside of his boxers. He lets out a groan, standing there enjoying me jerk him off, and then grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his cock. He grits his teeth, bracing himself for the sudden stop of being pleasured, and brings my hand up over my head, and does the same with the other, holding them both with one hand, leaving his other free to continue touching me. Keeping both of my wrists locked in his

Nia whimpered softly as the crotch rope rubbed insistently against her clit, the constant friction sending sparks of pleasure through her core. Jabari stepped back to admire his work, then circled her slowly. He ran his large, calloused hands over her body — squeezing her bound breasts until she moaned, pinching her hardened nipples, trailing his fingers down her stomach, and lightly slapping the insides of her thighs. Each touch left her skin tingling. He dropped to his knees in the warm sunlight and began the long, merciless teasing.