Lezdom Bondage Novels & Stories

His hand dipped down, and brushed against my wet, exposed lips, his touch making me shudder with delight. And then his touch was gone. My hips tried to move in search for more, but pain radiated up my back and into my shoulders because of the movement, and I forced my greedy body to remain still. A low, dark chuckle rumbled from behind me. “You are not in control, lila. I own your pleasure tonight.” Something was gently being eased across my skin something that felt like a whip, and I instantly stiffened. ”Shhh, you don’t have to be afraid of my whip, lila. Damon whip was controlled by his anger, his greed, his need to punish.” He traced the whip back down my spine, circling my ass. ”

The photo is of a fat male clad in skin tight leather from head to toe, whipping a female suspended … from the ceiling. “He’s uhm… He’s a collector of “rare” females. Different races, different creatures. So I’m certain having a pregnant red wolf would be a fabulous addition. He’s probably got at least a dozen wives, numerous girlfriends. Who knows how many kids. Gets his money from his shipping businesses… you know containers that can bring you anything you want discreetly. He’s one of the most notorious doms in the world of underground S&M. He’s brutal, gets off on the pain he inflicts. He probably owns a third of the bondage clubs in Europe. Girls that don’t hold up, that he thinks are we

Watching someone cum when they're removed suddenly is very erotic. "What else Cherry? You said two tools and some toys. I figuring these are the toys?" The sliver haired fox winked at him. "You are a smart one Gio." She motioned for Abi and Gio to follow her into another room that was set up like the red room in shades of gray. "This is a typical pleasure dungeon. You don't need everything in here. This is for people into full bondage. All these things are available on our website if you want them. However, I only suggest one piece of furniture for you and two tools for now. Order a spanking bench, you will thank me."

"All of it!" His entourage springs into action, bringing forward several boxes. One is opened briefly by mistake. as they carry it past, and I catch a glimpse of leather straps, metal chains, and various implements designed for pain rather than pleasure. My blood runs cold. BDSM. this is more than I thought it would be. "You like to play rough? I hope you are virgin girl" Leo asks Alora with a grin. He sounds excited. "I will have so much fun playing rough with you. Just cooperate with me.”

"But of direction. If I'm being type sufficient to apply something small like needles, then I opt to use a whole lot of them." I sniffled, then skipped alongside at his facet while he used his chain leash to drag me, pausing to warfare only some times, and on every occasion became met with a harsh tug that made me choke a bit. And status out of doors the non-public dungeon - the only with a desk in it, I knew - with a Master whose concept of kindness became the needles for play piercing made me subsequently suppose that I truly became a slave who'd subsequently met my torture match. And perhaps I ought to be extra cautious with what I do. I shifted withinside the bondage he'd located me in,

Before Kendra could get up, Lendon climbed to the bed, pinning her down. “Don’t come here,” Kendra begged poorly. Lendon smiled horribly and tied Kendra’s hands with his necktie. “What are you afraid of? Don’t worry. I will be gentle.” He said. “No!” Kendra shook her head and cried out. “No!” Lendon rubbed Kendra’s cheek and said, “I don’t care about my poison. I will fuck you tonight.” “No. Please don’t.” Kendra begged again. She really didn’t want to have sex tonight.

He carried Brenda by the waist and placed her on her fours with her head just above Fiona's pussy. "Taste her," he demanded and Brenda not being one to shy off buried her head between Fiona's legs. Phil watched for a while before taking off his pants and kneeling behind Brenda. He slammed it her so fast and without warning that Brenda had to stop pleasuring Fiona for a while before her head went back between her legs.

Baron explained. He lets me touch the leather and move the various parts of the instruments while he tells me how some Doms love using them for purposes other than punishment. They allow a perfect position to fúck, especially when a scene involves more than one dominant. Gosh, I am so hard right already. “Over here,” he continues, leading me towards another area of the room and pointing at the ceiling. “There is a grid that we use with different types of instruments. This is a swing, these are karabines to tie ropes or chains. They are used in bondage scenes, do you know what bondage is?” He asked.

I sense this guy is seriously bent. I shove back the urge to shake as I wander past him wearing next to nothing, putting on my best little-girl-lost face as I watch a middle-aged Dom tie his female sub up to a rack with a series of complicated knots that frame her breasts and thighs, rubbing her nipples or clit whenever the sub moves. I don’t have to fake my eyes widening. “That’s Shibari, little sub. Japanese rope bondage,” Ruiz says, stepping closer. “What are you doing wandering around here without your Dom? Did he leave you again?”

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.