Leather And Kink Novels & Stories

The sheets were smooth and dark, contrasting with the lighter lace trim that hinted at both romance and restraint. To the left, she caught sight of a table, neatly organized with an array of tools. Leather cuffs and silk ropes sat in pairs. She silently congratulated herself for remembering the research she’d done on BDSM tools; she didn't want to look foolish. A flogger lay beside a riding crop, its smooth handle glistening under the dim lights. Nearby, a spreader bar and clamps rested. Two vibrators were carefully positioned beside the tools: one small and discreet, shaped like an egg, while the other was much larger, thickly veined, and designed to be anything but subtle. The man removed

He wrapped me in a soft blanket and sat on the floor beside me while I trembled. “So how does it feel being used?” He asked, a low chuckle in his throat. I smiled contentedly at him. “I feel so alive,” I answered honestly. My pussy clenched as if testifying to my words. I turned to face him. His maks was still on, but I could feel his gentle smile from within. “I did have a feeling that this was just an introduction. Something to ease people into this kind of kink,” I said. He nodded. “We have seven levels. And this is level one.” He replied. “In that case, I want level two.” “Whatever you wish.”

“We haven’t even started. Kneel.” Strong hands pushed me down. The carpet was rough against my skin as I knelt between two of them. The Zippers rasped open and two thick cocks sprang free, they were hard, veined and already glistening at the tips. One pressed against my cheek, hot and heavy and the other tapped my lips. “Open wide, slut. It's time to earn your ticket.”

Instead, the dark room lights up as the black velvet curtains mechanically slide open, instantly brightening the dark room. "I never told you you could cum, Anor," he says, and I down at the wetness dripping down my inner thighs. He steps behind me, and I turn my head, catching sight of him picking up a tiny, weighted leather spanker. My eyes widen as I take in the sheer volume of sex tools displayed on the racks. Far more than the red room. A few steps away from me sits a wide, brand new leather bench. Then few tools that I recognize like; the handstocks and the hip locks integrated beside it. On the walls hang a wide wooden X, large iron cuffs, a horsewhip, and rods.

I said as I ran to my closet and grabbed the box I had been hiding for a week. I smirked and shrugged my shoulders when she opened the box of kink supplies I had gotten from one of the kink stores here in Lubbock. I had gotten such a high from binding Emberly up in those ties that one time and I've been wanting to try other things to spice things up a notch. "You want to hogtie me and spank me with this?" Emberly asked as she held up the black paddle and grinned at me. "Those fluffy silk cuffs will do nicely also,"

The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had. By dessert, I was a wreck. Tears of desperate need pricked my eyes. My nipples were painfully hard against the thin dress. Kai had the vibrator on its highest setting for nearly two full minutes while he discussed quarterly profits. “Please…” I whispered brokenly when the investor briefly left the table. Kade’s hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers brushing my soaked entrance around the harness. “Hold it.” The moment the lunch ended and we were back in the privacy of the limo, they pounced.

The position left her utterly helpless, her virgin-tight hole visibly clenching and leaking onto the leopard skin. Bhekizizwe anointed their bodies with a thick paste of the same herbs mixed with fresh goat blood and their own slick arousal. The warm mixture burned pleasantly on their skin as he rubbed it over their swollen breasts, dripping pussies, and tight assholes. Every touch felt magnified — skin hypersensitive, nerves singing with fire. He stood over them, slowly stroking his massive, throbbing cock. The thick, veined shaft glistened, the heavy head swollen and leaking. The wet sound of his hand sliding along his length mixed with the distant drums and the women’s increasingly desper

Their thick veiny cocks sliding and grinding together, fat heads leaking precum, shafts throbbing hot and slick under the wate Kennedy’s hands hung over Kevin’s neck like a necklace. Their waists rolling in a rhythm that followed some unheard music. What the fuck!! I exclaimed, breath controlled.

he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Tools," I said simply, watching his face as I pulled out items one by one. Silk ropes in deep burgundy. Padded leather cuffs. A blindfold made of soft black velvet. A leather flogger with dozens of falls. A vibrating plug. Several different types of clamps. A cock ring. "Things I want to try with you. But only if you're interested." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

The only thing I can do is dance myself into oblivion. I pull on the leather triangles that only cover my nipples, loving the rough feel of the fabric against my skin. I miss these outfits, the acting that comes with being on stage. The leather thong isn't as comfortable since my ass is slightly larger than most of the other girls and it digs into my hips. Izzy hands me a different leather thong, one that has a little diamond that rests at the top of my ass. Her leather corset pushes her fabulous breasts up, practically spilling out of the top. Her long legs are covered in leather chaps, her bare ass and pussy exposed. She holds her whip, the one none of the other girls were ever able to hol