Lezdom Bondage Novels & Stories

A woman was tied to a frame, her back striped red, a man with a flogger working in rhythm. Another was on her knees, a leash attached to her collar, her owner's hand wrapped in the leather. A third was bent over a sawhorse, a man's cock slamming into her cunt from behind—I could see her wetness running down her thighs, hear the wet smack of his balls against her clit. My cunt clenched. A fresh gush of slick heat dripped down my inner thigh. Dominic leaned down. His breath was hot on my ear. "Welcome to The Underground. The real one. Not the tourist shit they advertise online. This is where people like us come to play. The BDSM clubhouse"

I was passed between him and three others for hours, my body rocking between their cocks as they took turns in every hole. Liam directed the scene, telling them exactly how to fuck me, when to fill me, when to pull out and paint my tits. The third was Rafael, a Latin artist with a creative, filthy mind. He introduced toys and light bondage during his first session, tying my wrists to the headboard while he ate my pussy until I squirted, then fucking me while the others watched and stroked themselves. One by one, the new Daddies were introduced, each bringing something unique to the circle.

While the sting of the wet towel made her squeal and flinch, the look on her daughter's face, seeing her mother twisting and jerking, was precious in its blend of horror and lust. Kelly began sliding her skilled fingers up and down over Brenda's wet labia again, stroking them across her engorged clit. There was some twisted truth to what Kelly was implying by asking her if she had always wanted what was happening to her. The truth was not as simple as the question, however. Brenda knew she had crossed a line toward what she wanted, more than she had ever wanted anything. She had been plunged hard and fast into lesbian bondage sex, but without regret. No one had ever touched her the way Kelly

Their strength and grace, a perfect balance, was a dance I yearned to master. “Bind him,” Liam instructed, and Marcus tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. Liam knelt between my legs, his fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my ass with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” he murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my cock, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. Marcus straddled my face, lowering his wet cock to my mouth, and I licked eagerly, sucking his tip as he moaned, his precum coating my tongue.

Lila’s heart pounded as she knelt in the center, wrists bound behind her back with rough rope that bit into her skin. The five men circled her—Jax, the dominant leader with his tattooed arms; Marcus, lean and cruel with a whip in hand; Theo, broad-shouldered and silent; Victor, smirking with a paddle; and Kane, the one who always pushed her limits with his unyielding grip. This was her idea, her obsession—to beat the Guinness World Record for the longest BDSM orgy endurance, documented by hidden cameras for verification. Twelve hours minimum, with pain as the price. She craved notoriety, the thrill of pushing her body to the edge, but now, as Jax grabbed her chin and tilted her head up, doub

I was in Elion's bedroom, about to have my first night together with him, and for some weird reason, even though I was scared, a teeny part of me was excited. He has a BDSM fetish according to—, well I just have to use that against him to bargain for my freedom. I just have to pretend to go along with his atrocity. BDSM needs bondage to be one. It's like the first rule. The brothel taught me that. Once I had him in bondage—chains, he would be ready to listen to me then. He'd realize his mistake and how much he underestimated me. It was three a.m. now, and Elion was a no-show.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

I questioned. “It’s a butt plug,” Zander snickered. “Oh, I think that will go on the maybe pile for now,” I gulped. We continued to go through the bags. Yes pile – Lube, Clitoral stimulator, blindfold, wrists and ankle restraints with bed tethers, feather tickler, pinwheel, spreader bar, massage oils, spanking paddle, bondage ropes, and bondage tape. Maybe pile – Nipple clamps, clitoral clamps, and butt plug.

I haven't been sleeping very good these last few days. Damitri is well hes more of the pleasure Dom kinda guy but he's way more in to edging, bondage, degradation( even I was surprised by that one) even wax play, its offten calls Sentation Play. During our times together we've noticed I get off more on cold sencations more then hot so we offten use ice and a few other things he's picked up at a sex shop. when all three of them are together its a sentation over load but fucking hell is it amazing.

In reality, My boyfriend, Liam and I have only spent a short time in the dungeon with our new mistress, Mistress Selene, but time has no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls. Liam and I came here to push the boundaries of our relationship, to discover what untold levels of pleasure could be derived by learning to fully submit to a professional dominatrix. So far, Mistress Selene has provided exactly that opportunity. For his part, Liam remains on the receiving end of the pleasure. He helped Mistress Selene undress me, his hands sliding over my bare skin with deliberate slowness as Mistress Selene secured my arms and wrists in the tight rope bondage. They don