Jay Wiseman's Erotic Bondage Handbook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

I wasn’t a virgin, but no one had ever seen this part of my body so exposed before. He slapped my ass again before grabbing it roughly, a dominant promise of what was to come. He trailed a thick, calloused finger down the crease, teasing the hole, gently pushing it inside, and pulling a gasp of shock from me. Another spank. Damien smoothed his big palm over my bottom, easing that sting, warming the flesh even more. With his other hand, he slid it closer to the part of my body that ached the most. My drenched pussy.

She held it up with a questioning look. “Only if you want,” she said. I nodded. “I want.” She guided me onto my hands and knees on the bed and settled behind me. First came her mouth again, licking and kissing between my legs until I was dripping and restless. Then the cool silicone pressed against my entrance. She worked it in slowly, filling me inch by inch while her other hand reached around to stroke my clit. The dual sensation made my arms tremble. Once it was fully inside she began to move it in steady thrusts, matching the rhythm of her fingers. The stretch and the pressure combined until I was pushing back against her hand, chasing more.

“So next, I’ll give you the book. It’s called 'The Submissive’s Path: 30 Fundamentals of BDSM.' After reading through the foundations, you’ll get a contract to review. Within this 15-day period, I’ll take note of your interest through our conversations, your body, and verbal responses. You can confirm them in the contract before signing. How’s that sound?” He responded softly, “Yes, Sir.” I walked out to the study, picked up the book, and came back, dropping it in front of him. The cover was a sleek grey with a striking image: a bare man blindfolded with silk ties, ropes binding his hands upward, wearing nothing but delicate lace panties, a paddle clenched between his teeth. His body glisten

“And I’m going to tease this greedy little pussy of yours until you’re screaming. And you’re not going to come until I say you can. And you’re certainly not getting my cock until I decide you’ve earned it.” Her pussy clenched, empty and aching, at his words. The humiliation, the absolute control—it was everything she’d fantasized about for years. She nodded, wordless. “On your back. Legs spread. Arms above your head.” She obeyed, her heart hammering. He moved with practiced efficiency, tying her wrists together with the silk rope and securing them to the wrought-iron headboard. The bonds were firm, unyielding, but the silk was smooth against her skin. He looped more rope around her ankles, t

She moved the candle lower, dripping more wax directly onto my right nipple, then across the sides of my tits until both were covered Each new drop made me cry and my cunt began leaking fresh juice onto the bench. The catsuit woman took the second candle and stepped behind me. She spread my pussy lips wide with two fingers exposing my clit completely. “Hold still, you pathetic dripping slut,” she ordered. Then she poured hot wax right onto my clit. I screamed loudly as the burning wax coated my most sensitive spot. The heat was unbearable She kept pouring, letting it drip down my pussy and mix with my own juices “Such a messy little whore,” the butch with the flogger laughed. She brought the

“Enough. Get on the bench.” He helped me up and led me to the padded bench in the center of the room. He had me lie on my back first. He took soft ropes and tied my wrists above my head to the headboard, then spread my legs wide and tied my ankles to the sides so I was completely open and helpless. My pussy and ass were exposed, dripping and ready. He picked up a vibrating wand from the shelf and turned it on high. The second it touched my clit I cried out, hips jerking. He held it there firmly, watching my face as the strong vibrations made my legs shake.

His cock stands hard and flushed between his legs. He climbs over me. Runs his calloused hands from my bound wrists down my arms, over my tits, across my stomach, between my legs. The rough texture on every inch of me – deliberate, slow, mapping my body with hands that have built and fixed and broken things and are now claiming me. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever worked on," he says. He enters me. Slow. Deep. His calloused hands gripping the headboard on either side of my bound wrists, his body covering mine, his cock filling me while the ceiling fan he installed spins lazily above us.

“Yes… I’m yours.” “Good girl.” He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her wrists behind her back. With the soft black ribbon that had been part of her auction outfit, he tied her hands together , not painfully tight, but secure enough that she couldn’t pull free. The light bondage made her feel deliciously helpless and heightened every sensation. Mikhail knelt behind her, spreading her knees wide on the silk sheets. He ran two fingers through her cum-filled pussy, scooping up some of his own seed before pushing it back inside her. “Look at that. Already leaking my cum. But we’re just getting started.”

“Yanked my head back until my throat arched. “Yes. The cat. The vendor. The riad owner. Every fucking person who looks at you too long. You smile. You laugh. You let them think they have a chance.” His free hand slid down my chest. Pinched a nipple, hard. I gasped. “They don’t.” He twisted. “No. They don’t.” He released my hair. Pushed me to my knees. “Hands behind your back.” I crossed my wrists. He bound them, tight, quick knots with black paracord from the travel kit.