Plaster Bondage Novels & Stories

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.

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

It was a holiday but I had to go and work. I wanted to get out of bed but was not able to do so as a pair of strong arms were keeping me from getting up. I realised that my back was pressed against a hard chest. I was shocked beyond limit. I turned to see the satan holding me to himself. What ?? How?? Oh !! I must have slept watching that movie. But why was he holding me like that?? I shook him and he stirred a bit and then he cuddled more into me. He buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“Normal sex is boring.” “Obviously,” she says, picking up an item from the cluster, and my heart skips a beat. “This is a spreader bar with four bondage points attached instead of the usual two- opening up for more bondage possibilities. Not only does it spread the limbs apart, though, but the bar also stays between the limbs- which means that the limbs can't be closed once the spreader bar is inserted.” “I get the drift,” I say, pointing to another set of items, “And what are those?”

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.

he ordered, voice low and dangerous. I raised my arms without thinking. He grabbed thick resistance bands from the rack and wrapped them tightly around my wrists, securing them high on the top bar of the squat rack. Then he spread my legs wide and tied my ankles to the lower supports with more bands, stretching me open and helpless. I was bent forward, ass pushed out, completely immobilized — tits hanging, pussy exposed and dripping. “Fuck… Alex,” I whispered, already trembling. The bands dug into my skin, holding me perfectly in place. I couldn’t close my legs. I couldn’t escape.

Calm and peaceful. Okay, It will take me a while to get used to this. When I enter the upper floor, My heartbeat quickens when I see a pretty redhead girl in the middle bound by silk ribbons. The sound of slaps is louder here. I know this. I think to myself, trying to recall. It is some sort of ribbon bondage presentation. It’s called gentle bondage. The redhead is bound to an upholster ottoman with a wide red ribbon. She is being gently spanked. Even though it is gentle, she flinches, just a little, every time Dom hits her.

It was about three feet long and she began to wrap it around his testicles and his cock. “You need to keep this on until we see each other tomorrow. I am going to drip some wax on it, hopefully, for your sake, successfully avoiding your skin, so that I will be able to tell if you played with it or removed it. If you feel that this might be too difficult, I also have a plastic device which I could install on your cock. It provides me with a key and I would then know, without a doubt, that you had not attempted to free yourself from my bondage,” she instructed as she trussed and tightened the cording around his cock and balls. “Soooo?,” she dragged the word out in an attempt to toy with him, “

I can't explain the gratifying feeling these words produce in my body, but what I physically feel is a little twitch of my dick. “You are doing good with the position, Jasper. You just need to practice a little more, I will slowly introduce you to some of the accessories and basic bondage as well.” Is he talking about those plugs I saw in the closet? “We will begin with simple leather cuffs. Stand up.” He ordered me to rise to my feet and he was standing in front of me with some sort of shackles in his hands. “These are fleece-lined leather cuffs and very comfortable to wear. I will first tie your hands at the front, show me your wrist.”