Plaster Bondage Novels & Stories

My hands flew to mouth, but not before a short gasp escaped my lips. The large room, was scarcely lit by the red bulb dangling from the roof. At the first end, a large bed stood, properly dressed with black silky sheets, and at another end, a hammock style sex swing, hung lazily. Opposite the bed, stood a wooden wall, studded with different bondage cuffs, in colors red, black and pink; mouth gag, arm binder, shackles and a rope. Close to the wooden wall, was a table.

He wrapped a wide band of silk just beneath my breasts, lifting and framing them beautifully, then another around my waist. The ropes continued downward, creating a harness that framed my hips and thighs. He knelt to bind my ankles loosely to discreet rings on the platform, spreading my legs in a stable, open stance. Every touch of his fingers was reverent and precise, like he was composing a living sculpture. By the time he finished, I was beautifully bound — arms raised, body arched and displayed, silk ropes crisscrossing my skin in crimson and gold patterns that accentuated every curve. The ropes pressed lightly against my clit with the slightest shift of my hips, sending sparks of pleasu

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.

“Still so ready for us, baby girl. That little cunt is begging to be ruined.” Mark stirred behind me, his pierced cock sliding between my ass cheeks, the cool metal ring bumping the base of the plug. “Time to take what’s ours.” He reached down and slowly pulled the plug out. My ass clenched around the emptiness, a strange ache left behind. Sarah rolled me onto my back and spread my legs wide, tying my ankles to the bedposts with the same soft ropes from yesterday. Mark did the same with my wrists. I was completely open, helpless, my shaved pussy glistening in the sunlight.

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.

On opening the door, he spoke, "over here!" With fear limping in her heart, she walked over to the door and on entering, she saw a wooden plank, that looked like a cross, she saw hand-chains on the hands of the wooden cross. She saw various ball gags carefully placed on a table. She saw posture collar, pussy hook, anal hook, monoglove, bondage belt l, bondage mittens , bondage cuffs and all sorts. She had never seen a room as strange as this. She looked at him innocently and wondered what he planned on doing to her. "Did you not know what all these are for?"

At first I couldn’t tell if he was trying to decide whether or not to tell me, or just measuring my response, but when he spoke, he was quiet, as if he wasn’t sure how I’d react. “True bondage isn’t intended to frighten or subjugate… not when it’s done with… with care for the other person,” he said, then swallowed and ran a hand through his hair again. “It’s intended as a tool between partners… to increase trust in… interactions. One partner putting their wellbeing in the hands of another. And the one in control using that equipment to… grow their partner.” “Grow?” I was confused. “How?”

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

A large silver cage sits in the middle of the room, and our prisoner is sitting on the floor as he stares at us from in it. “Hamish,” I call his name, and he frowns. “You wanted to see me?” I ask, and the demon stands to his feet. Despite the fact that he has not been eating, he still looks muscular and fit. He is stripped from his clothes and his skin bears evidence of his daily torture. “I made a mistake,” Hamish says to me. “Interesting…” I fold my arms on my chest as I walk around the room slowly. “The orb doesn’t exist, I made it up because I was being tortured,” He informs me, but I can see fear in his eyes.

I answered with a seductive smile of mine. “Okay then.” He said before turning to open his drawer. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs and a bondage cuff, I’d seen them before and I’ve always loved when we did stuff like this, I smiled. “Lay on the bed.” He ordered and I did as he said. Connor cuffed my hands to the bed and used the bondage cuff on my ankle, spreading my legs apart. I watched as he walked to his mini fridge and brought out a bowl of yoghurt, I had no idea what he would use that for but I was watching in excitement. Connor dumped scoops of the yoghurt on my body sending chills and vibration all over my body.