Lezdom Bondage Novels & Stories

D/S: Dominance (the partner in control during activities) and Submission (the partner who willingly surrenders control and follows the dominant partner's lead). S/M: Sadomasochism (the use of pain or humiliation for pleasure, including giving or receiving such experiences). Bondage and Discipline was where I would be the submissive since it aligned with my interests. Sadomasochism was where Adam would be the submissive, which he sounded very eager for.

Just as I was about to turn into the road, the wolves blocked my exit. Before I knew it, the pack warriors had reached where I stood. I was surrounded. “Shane Lockwell,” the warrior I assumed to be their leader spoke, stepping down from his horse. “You have concealed yourself well, living as a miserable omega, when you are capable of such evil acts of sorcery." Breathing hard, I raised my hands like I was about to conjure up a spell. “Don’t come any closer, or you will find out what I am truly capable of.” I threatened, hoping to scare them off.

It was on gold and I knew immediately that it had to do with life and death. I opened it, with my heart beating so fast. I read the address and instantly raised my head. " The Lunar Dominion Pack sent this?" I raised the letter up. " They did, and that's after we came to an agreement on how to end the war" the council leader said. I looked at it and began to read. It was a marriage proposal. What the hell was going on? " A blood marriage?" I raised my head and looked at them. " Yes, that's the only way to save our lives and cheat the curse that has been placed on us. We have to find a way to stop the war, and a blood marriage will be the best, witnessed by the Moon Goddess and done under the

Lohan smirked, crossing his arms: “Third: you obey. When we tell you to kneel, you kneel. When we tell you to spread your legs, you spread them. When we tell you to come, you come. But we will also take care of you. Always. Food, clothes, comfort, and safety for your mother. Everything.” Zedekiah stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with that controlled sadistic hunger. “Fourth: limits exist. Pain for pleasure is allowed. Bondage, denial, humiliation, spanking… all of that will happen. But never without your verbal consent. Say ‘red’ and we stop immediately. No discussion.”

The woman being fucked had her head bound. To my right, two women in matching black catsuits were kissing deeply and with hands buried between the other’s thighs, I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t a bar. This wasn’t even a swingers’ club. This was something else entirely. A private lesbian BDSM club. Velvet Thorn. The name suddenly made horrible, perfect sense. I stumbled backward“I...I think there’s been a mistake...” Strong hands caught me by the waist before I could stumble and fall. The grip was rough and it sent sparks all across my body.

“LEVANTUS!!!” I scream his name as he slams into me like a piston. I can’t help how much I love feeling like I’m being ripped apart right now. He grunts and groans, growling as he lays claim to what is his. I cannot deny it any longer as our bond strengthens with every moment we share. My next orgasm begins to build, causing me to gasp and tremble. My nails rake along his abs while he moves. “Give it to me! Cum for me!”

"Not yet, baby. Daddy has more in store for you." He untied my wrists just enough to reposition me, flipping me onto my back and securing the tie to the coffee table leg, spreading my arms wide. Vulnerable, exposed, I watched him grab a leather belt from his discarded jeans... not to whip, but to loop around my ankles, binding them apart. The bondage and dominance edge sharpened the air, thrilling and terrifying in its intensity. "Tell me your fantasies, Liv," he demanded, kneeling between my splayed legs, cock throbbing against my thigh. "Every dirty detail."

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit consensual BDSM enslavement, permanent bondage, objectification/dehumanization, gags, plugs/dildos, public humiliation, total power exchange, pain play references, training and conditioning CHAPTER ONE "And do you, Hole, take this man as your Master for all time? Do you pledge to serve his every whim, satisfy his every wish, and never forget your place as his pleasure property?"

She wanted to say something or beg him to touch her He leaned in and whispered” Climb the bed, and lie on your back with your arms above your head.” Izzy moved like a possessed woman, climbed the bed, and lay herself the way he commanded. She bit her lips, trying to steady her breathing but it was no use. She was already throbbing. Dominic binds are wrist with a belt above her head just enough to restrict movement. “You enjoyed our last BDSM.. you wanted to be part of my world.” he said as he bound her” So I’m teaching you gradually how my world is.. you’re not allowed to cum until I say so or you don’t get this cock for a whole week.”

Sam hissed, positioning the toy at Adreas’s entrance while using his other hand to keep the young man’s face locked on his own. The introduction of the object was a sensory shock. The precision of the motor, combined with the constant heat Sam radiated, sent Adreas spiraling into erotic disorientation. It wasn’t just the friction; it was the relentless consistency. Sam controlled the intensity with a remote, increasing the level each time he watched Adreas’s pupils dilate further. The power dynamic surged in temperature; Adreas was now at the mercy of a rhythm he could neither predict nor influence through the mark’s bond.