Lezdom Bondage Novels & Stories

Her denim skirt was so short it barely covered anything, and her long, pale legs looked so smooth that anyone would feel the urge to touch them. Her wrists were bound behind the back of the chair, while her legs had been spread apart and propped on the armrests. A belt secured her ankles in place. The position forced her body into a perfect M-shape, leaving her completely unable to escape. "How did you end up like this?" I asked. She bit her lip as strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks. Her skin glistened with sweat as though she had just been pulled out of water. "I just wanted to try it out. I didn't realize the lock would be this tight. The moment I sat down, it snapped shut by itself.

BDSM PLAY PART 1 The room was dim, lit only by a few candles flickering on the walls. Lou lay on the big wooden table, her body stretched out wide. She was bound spread-eagle, her arms and legs pulled tight to the corners with thick ropes. A leather harness wrapped around her torso, crossing over her chest and between her legs. It held her in place, making her feel exposed and helpless. The harness bit into her skin just enough to remind her who was in charge.

And every single time I kissed her, I lost a little more control. I couldn’t resist her. It was like she had suddenly cast a spell over me. I pulled away from her and went over to the shelf. I picked the handcuffs, and feathery whip. I went back to her and cuffed her to the bed. “There are no safe words here,” I whispered in her ear. I could hear her heart beating loud. I ripped the dress off her and she arched her waist. I blindfolded her and used the feather whip to trace her body.

A cruel crotch rope ran between her legs, the coarse fibers soaked in her flowing juices, grinding mercilessly against her swollen clit and pressing deep into her tight asshole. Dolma was positioned in the ultimate tantric union — suspended in a strict hogtie directly above Yeshe Lhamo, wrists bound to ankles, back arched sharply so her perky breasts hung downward and her tight young pussy and tiny pink asshole hovered inches above the senior nun’s face. The position forced her dripping cunt to drip warm strands of arousal directly onto Yeshe Lhamo’s lips and tongue, creating a living waterfall of sin. The chamber echoed with their soft, broken whimpers and the distant, haunting chanting fro

Chapter 17: She Is Ours Logan For the next section, there are definitions included with each part to add additional clarification. She said yes to bondage using cuffs, heavy, intricate and light bondage, locks, spreader bars, suspension and whole body restrictions using the material of chains, leather, ropes, scarves and tape. Some of the more intense and advanced things she rated as a combination of hard and soft limits. Like before, she has had no experience with any. "Breath play?" Kingston asked.

"Eventually, if you want it. One of us inside you while the other takes you from behind. Or both of us taking you together, filling you completely. But that's advanced, Bella. We'd work up to it over months, maybe years. No rush, no pressure." "What about the BDSM stuff? The ropes and restraints?" "Only if you want to explore them. Bondage can be beautiful—being tied up means surrendering control completely, trusting us to take care of you while you're helpless. Some people find it incredibly freeing. But it's not required. We can have a fulfilling D/s relationship without any of that if you prefer." "And pain?"

This is going to be an unforgettable experience," he assured her, his deep voice resonating with confidence. "I want to show you a different kind of pleasure, one that will push your boundaries and ignite your senses." Isla's curiosity mingled with a hint of fear as she took in the surroundings. She had always been open to new experiences, but the idea of BDSM was uncharted territory. Liam's intense gaze, filled with desire and a hint of Alpha dominance, sent a rush of warmth between her thighs.

In truth, she'd been feeling very powerful lately, the main reason being the Lycan. Their little BDSM session had brought them closer, and Belinda had discovered she rather liked being tied up and whipped. Draven, in turn, had begun spoiling her again. He fulfilled her every request, as long as she gave him a good fucking afterward. In front of his men, he pampered her, but in the privacy of his bedroom, he fucked her like the dirty little whore she was.

Zeke circled him like a predator, admiring the way Eli's body trembled, then began the preparations. First, the bondage: Zeke fastened thick leather cuffs around Eli's wrists and ankles, attaching them to chains suspended from the ceiling. He pulled the chains taut, hoisting Eli's arms above his head and spreading his legs wide, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, his body stretched and on full display. Eli's muscles strained against the restraints, a soft moan escaping his lips as the metal bit into his skin—just the way he liked it.

Aaron reached into the pocket of his shorts that were on the floor and took out a condom. He ripped the package with his teeth, and I watched in fascination as he put the condom on. He positioned himself between my legs, then kissed me hard and played with my clit. When he pulled back, he did the weirdest thing and slaps his dick on the top of my pussy several times before rubbing it against my clit. Still watching him, he pushed my legs wide open and guided himself to my entrance, then looked up at me.