Plaster Bondage Novels & Stories

"You are special. Especially despicable, and especially vile." He turned to the guards, his voice devoid of any warmth. "One hundred lashes with the silver-laced whip. For every ounce of pain Estelle suffered, she will repay it tenfold." The silver-laced whip was the cruelest instrument of punishment in the pack, reserved for traitors. The silver in the whip sears the flesh, leaving wounds that never truly heal—permanent, blackened scars, a constant reminder of betrayal. The guards exchanged a look. They knew Cassandra deserved it, but the punishment was extreme for an Omega female.

He said and she nodded. “What is your limit in having sex?” “I don't understand your question.” “How long can you go in rows?” “An hour.” She replied and he shook his head. “Harrison isn't so much of a man after all.” He muttered and looked at Xalia. “Pick the equipment according to your strength.” He said and she nodded. “Bondage hoods, collars and chokers, restraints, binders, bondage tape. I am okay with all that.” She said marking them and Draven also did.

Alexander and I have our separate spacious playroom with all the equipment and furniture to both pleasure and punish our slaves. I bind my slave to the four-poster bed. Her butts are on the bed's edges as she is laying on her back on the mattress. I bound her wrists over her head and splay her legs in the air while binding her ankles to the front bed posts. I love to bind my submissive to uncomfortable positions. This arouses my carnal needs differently. She moans as I attach a pair of nipple clamps to her nipples. I'm just being extra soft with her.

she told him. “Yes, you can. You just need a few minutes to relax.” She frowned beneath her mask. He said he would stop if she told him to, but now he was refusing. “I know what you’re thinking,” he told her, the amusement echoing in his soft tone. “The point of bondage is to push beyond your comfort zone, to force a deeper satisfaction than you ever thought you could experience. You just need a few minutes to relax before we start again.” Sandra’s frown remained. She didn’t think she could endure more, she was spent, her arms hurt, and her legs ached.

He is standing now while I am still sitting on the floor. “He told me that the ones he gave were used for something called bondage. Do you want to try?” He is now walking towards the table and I am just watching him. I did not answer. Bondage? What's that? I just heard that word today. When he got the equipment, he came back to me carrying a leather choker with a chain. There is also a red rope that looks easy to break. “What are those? Leather and rope? I can easily break those.” I got up. “But if that's what you want, then, I can't do anything. Is it not?"

Then he pulled back and turned her toward the computer. Tracie's eyes widened at the page displayed there. A banner across the top proclaimed "Finest toys and equipment for the discriminating bondage fans." In a column along the left, in bold letters, was a list that included floggers, spanking benches, paddles, and restraints. The rest of the page was taken up by pictures of various items. "Do these frighten you, Tracie?" For the first time Pete's voice held a note of uncertainty.

He rolled one shoulder. Crack… The joint gave a faint, audible pop… the casual motion of someone easing a touch of stiffness after a long nap, not someone who had just been hurled through ancient trees by a blow powerful enough to shatter the forest. His expression never changed. If anything… He looked… relieved. Then… He spread his immense black wings slightly before giving them a slow, intentional shake. Dust drifted away… Splintered bark slid from the obsidian feathers… Broken twigs and shattered fragments of wood rained silently onto the forest floor.

“To encourage vascular engorgement and tissue plasticity.” The combination was maddening. The full-body bondage, the hypnotic soundscape, the hours of gentle, maddening touch, and now this soft, relentless suction on her sex. She was floating in a sea of sensation with no hope of release, her body wound tight as a spring. He left her like that. For how long, she couldn’t tell. She drifted in a semi-conscious state of desperate arousal, her mind emptied of everything but the need for him to finish what he’d started.

“But for that, I need to know how far you’re willing to go.” He sat up, keeping his eyes on mine. “There are physical practices,” he explained. “Like bondage—restraint with ropes, cuffs, or tape. There’s sensory play, where we use blindfolds, temperature gels, special candles, feathers, or clamps. There’s impact play—spanks, paddles, whips, floggers, crops. None of it is done carelessly, and never to harm, but to stimulate.” My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.

The concept of exclusivity must be upheld. Does the submissive consent to the use of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and other anal and vaginal toys? Does the submissive consent to sexual foreplay such as masturbation, swallowing semen, vaginal intercourse, anal intercourse, anal and/or vaginal fisting, suspension from the ceiling? The use of ropes, cable ties, duct tape, handcuffs, and other restraints for bondage material? Does the submissive consent to be restrained with hands bound in front, back, ankles bound, elbows bound, binding to fixed items, and more as the Dominant pleases?