Pick Your Playmate Novels & Stories

I went to my computer and logged into the website, my go-to tool for making connections in the bondage world in a safe and secure space. My husband and I have a reputation on the site for being matched with girls who want to experience bondage for the first time, but it had been a long time since anyone had sought our "services." Now, a girl was reaching out, but she was a lesbian and wanted to be with two women. My husband would be disappointed, but I knew immediately who my playmate should be. I quickly finalized the arrangements and instructions, agreeing to the girl's boundaries, a safe word, and, finally, a time and place.

The students cheered as they made their way to the front of the stage. Jason took the microphone and cleared his throat. "Tonight is a special night," he began. "As you all know, it is the night where I will choose my mate. It is a tradition that has been followed for generations." The students listened intently, wondering who Jason would choose. There were a few girls who had their eyes on him, but no one knew for sure who he would choose. Perhaps, some hands were already clapping for Serah as he spoke. "I have thought long and hard about this decision," Jason swallowed and continued. "And I have come to a conclusion. My mate is..." He paused for dramatic effect, and everyone held their bre

MAGNUS I never expected that a playgirl Luna of the Yellowstone Pack would become my mate. I never thought this would happen not even in my wildest dreams. "You're my mate?" I spoke in disbelief. "You must be joking, Alpha. How could someone as womanizer as you become my mate?" Lara smiled sarcastically, raising her brow. Her words struck me and definitely hit my ego. With an impulse move, I approached her and kissed her passionately. I felt she was responding to my kiss and it made my heart fluttered. I paused and smiled mischievously.

Celeste asked Jeremy to bring her a book to read while Jeremy played his video games. They sat quietly in the living room, each focusing on their own time killers. Jeremy sat across from her, his eyes glued to the screen. He seemed to be playing some sort of shooting game, nothing that Celeste could understand. The moving graphics made her dizzy, but she was grateful that they didn't have to make eye contact with each other.

She paused. "You're not a doll you mean to say? But I do believe I bought you from a dollhouse and when I saw you, you were shaking your ass and waist, half naked in front of hundreds of men. So do what you are meant to do". My voice was icy, freezing even me. Her face held a shocked expression. "When are you going to cut the attitude and admit the fact that we're mates cause I know too damn well that you felt the mate bond like I did?"

I did not know that preparing for eating ice cream with my mate will be this skittish. I can't find a perfect dress. It is casual but I want to look better. I know that I said that I want things to be slow, however, I want to be presentable to Mark's eyes. I've been rejected by my mate because of power. Now, I am given a second chance to reclaim my pride as a woman and as a mate of the one of the powerful Alpha's alive.

she says and I chuckle. The Club’s facade is nothing huge. Only its name is catchy. But behind it is a labyrinth of passages, doors, stages and whatnot. People often find it underwhelming at first, thinking it’s all soft bondage and stuff. Real things happen in closed playrooms, and only members get to play there. Members or their plus one. Sophie’s steps falter when we pass a playroom. Her eyes widen with curiosity and she stops in her tracks to take in what was happening.

BIGGER GROWL! ME: Ha, Ha Okay, how many, I'll invite some girls, oh our first party as a marked couple. HOT MATE: Half a marked couple :( ME: I'll fix that right now if you have time ;) HOT MATE: Picking you up right now, get that sweet ass outside. ME: Cumming HOT MATE: You will be all over my face and then my cock ME: Hurry, wink wink

“My first year, Peytr wasn’t at school yet. I felt the dull thrum and I knew I had time to wait.” I turned towards Loren. “Did you feel the thrum?” She smiled sadly at me and I felt her own sadness work it’s way through my bones. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “It’s okay!” she said, perky as ever. “I can still choose a mate. But that’s a whole different type of Mateball.” I nodded. “What happens then?” Petyr gestured towards the dancefloor with a smug smirk. “If you look there, you’ll see how the Chosen mates court one another,” he said.