Plaster Bondage Novels & Stories

“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.

We were back in the bondage room, and I intended to make use of every single instrument in sight to unravel her completely. She blinked up at me, but she didn’t protest, she got on her knees quietly and I didn’t waste a second before grabbing the bondage belts and using them to tie her hands behind her. Then I fished out a pair of nipple clamps and attached them to both ends of her hardened buds. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, most likely from the feeling of the cold metal clamping her nipples. She looked so unbelievably hot right now, with her tits out and nipples accessorized with clamps, and her hands bonded behind her. The next second, I was slamming my dick into her mouth, too i

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.

I was still horny even after cumming six times tonight. "Do you need any help getting ready for poker tonight?" I asked when I called Lisa around ten. "No, I have it handled. Did you and Scott play any more last night?" "Not really any of the slavery stuff, but we did play some. The stuff Lowe's delivered yesterday was for a new piece of furniture; bondage furniture for correcting recalcitrant slaves. Scott and I put it together last night, most of it. It still needs some work. We both worked naked and after he took some measurements of me for it, we fucked, then he was back at work and I had to wipe myself to keep from dripping all over the floor. Before we went to bed, he pointed out a few

His hands gripped my throat and his kisses got faster, hotter, and rough that I felt my lips must have gotten swollen. The lights went on and he tore away from the kiss as my eyes caught a weird medley of the red and black covered bedroom. The curtains were red, walls were colored black with paintings of women tied up and their Doms having a whiplash in hand. There were portraits with women that had butt plugs fixed on their asses, genital clamps, bondage, and gagged. The portrait turned me on and I found myself juicing when I kept staring at it before I averted my eyes.