Leather And Kink Novels & Stories

I appreciate that Heather gets I need more Dom than Daddy tonight, and the only reason we’re here rather than my place is because I’m out of practice. Sex is like riding a bike. Once you’ve done it right, you never forget. What I’m into, on the other hand, requires as much patience as it does consideration. The pink room is the only one I use for the types I like, being on the softer side of impact and sensory play. Rather than hard leather and metal restraints, it’s all plush and fuzzy type things. The cuffs my little are in do have reinforcement, but they’re covered with faux fur that won’t hurt her skin.

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.

- Join F* - Tracy Readrats ******** Leia's POV The room was bathed in shades of red and black, giving it an undeniably kinky vibe. An assortment of flogs, chokers, plugs, and differently designed handcuffs graced the room, some of which I couldn't even name. Leather bras and thongs were abundant, with ropes, canes, and an array of other tools that I was unfamiliar with. Chains hung from the walls, paired with leather-coated cuffs. "What exactly is this room? It's extremely kinky. Were my mates into the BDSM thing?" I mused aloud.

I feel totally exposed as the leather runs across my body, making me moan. “I think tonight should be one of the best nights, so you never forget me.” The leather swings down, hitting my back, making me scream. He starts moving again, the leather moving around my body, driving me crazy. “I want you to remember you’re my slut and no one else’s.” I hear the leather swinging, and this time it hits my legs, making me scream. Then it slowly trails back up over my body, teasing me. “Who do you belong to?” His voice is quiet, making me get wet.

I feel the leather between my legs, fingers rub gently. Moaning I try to cross my legs, hands covered in leather stopping me, forcing them open. Leather straps wrap around my ankles and I feel my legs pushed and forced to stay open. The feel of leather fingers running along my neck, the grip getting tighter.

Kevin's eyes widened when he saw the full-body BDSM gear that I was wearing. My body was sheathed in a striking full-body harness, crafted from black leather that wrapped my form like a second skin. The harness consisted of intricate straps that criss-crossed over my torso, accentuating her curves and leaving tantalising glimpses of skin in between. The centrepiece of the ensemble was a wide leather collar, adorned with a silver O-ring.

This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE! As the shorter man’s small cock is trying its hardest to make its way down my throat, barely reaching my tonsils, it looks as if the other four are ready for me now. One is walking over with the mesmerizing black horse hair flogger, the handle bound in a perfect wrapping of red and black leather while the second man grabs a scary pair of stainless-steel butterfly nipple clamps. The third has nothing but his beautifully, but only semi-hard 9-inch black cock. The fourth seems to be holding back, simp

I dangled trying to touch the ground with my feet but I couldn't. He spins it again. A hiss leaves my lips. These cuffs are leather with cloth that's around my wrists but the pressure from having to hold all my weight is straining and painful. “Tonight is about pain just as much as it is pleasure, Ms Jackson,” He grabs a leather whip like you use to whip a horse. He extends his hand and rubs the whip up my thigh. I bit back a moan when he ran it over my clit. To my surprise, it was still wet and sticky.

not something I would wear to work under normal circumstances, but I need to amp up the sex appeal; if he can play dirty, so can I I put on my most sexy black lace lingerie... not that he is going to see that, but to make me feel more sexy and up for the task. Then I put on a skimpy very tight leather skirt ... normally I would always wear leggings underneath, but not today. Uh I still have to remember that this is my job, and there will be other people, so I have to pull a little back on the shirt, nothing low cut... I pick out a tight fitting white tank top that says 'let's get naughty and spare Santa a trip'.

She’d started playing with her own breasts, stroking them, manipulating her nipples, and it was making him a little nuts. “Lennon…” “Hmm?” Everly giggled, squeezing her thighs together, practically making his eyes roll back in his head. “Trouble speaking, baby?” “Kinda…” She rolled onto her stomach, grabbed a pillow, and pushed it under her hips, tilting that gorgeous ass up high. There was enough dawn light to see darkness between her firm, shapely cheeks. “Maybe this will help?” Lennon groaned involuntarily, grabbed a condom from his stash on the nightstand, and had it on in record time.