Plaster Bondage Novels & Stories

I said. "Do you, Adrian Silverblade, accept this bond?" "I do," Adrian said, his voice thick with emotion. "Then by the old magic and the new, I declare you bound. Mates for life. What magic has joined, nothing can separate." The golden light flared bright, then sank into our skin. I felt it settle deep in my chest, warm and permanent. We were married. Bonded. Forever. The hall erupted in confused applause. Some people cheered. Others looked shocked. Many whispered behind their hands.

The motion made my cramps spike, a low moan slipping free. In the room, he set me on the floor and gathered ropes from a coiled bundle on the wall—thick, soft cords dyed crimson, rough in texture but pliable. “These shibari ropes will bind you,” he explained, looping one around my torso first. He wove them, crossing over my chest to frame my nipples, cinching tight enough to restrict breath without cutting it off. Knots pressed into my skin, the friction sending shudders through me as he worked downward, binding my arms behind my back in a harness that forced my shoulders square. “Feel the weave claiming you? Every twist owns another piece.”

Watching someone cum when they're removed suddenly is very erotic. "What else Cherry? You said two tools and some toys. I figuring these are the toys?" The sliver haired fox winked at him. "You are a smart one Gio." She motioned for Abi and Gio to follow her into another room that was set up like the red room in shades of gray. "This is a typical pleasure dungeon. You don't need everything in here. This is for people into full bondage. All these things are available on our website if you want them. However, I only suggest one piece of furniture for you and two tools for now. Order a spanking bench, you will thank me."

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

"Maybe we've been living the sex lives we were meant to have." They had one more week in the experiment. Then they'd decide. That night, Scott pulled a coil of soft black rope from the nightstand drawer, letting it slide through his fingers like liquid. "I want to try something. If you're comfortable." Liv's pulse jumped. Over the past weeks she'd discovered she loved bondage, the trust it demanded, the exquisite surrender it allowed. "Yes." He bound her wrists together, then to the headboard, the knots firm but padded. Next came her ankles, spread wide, secured to the footboard so she was open, exposed, helpless. He added the blindfold last, silk cool against her eyelids, plunging her into

Need pooled like a wet blanket below my navel and with expert ease, I took off his trousers and slowly pulled him out. I licked the top of his cock and placed a soft kiss on the head in pure worship and adoration, my mouth opened and then I was sucking him. I had some bondage tape in my toy box, that stuff that sticks to itself and doesn’t leave you gummed up with adhesive. He reached for it, dislodging his cock from my mouth, then said, “Hands on my thighs.”

“You must recuperate before exacerbating your injuries.” However, he was indifferent to injuries. As she neared, he applied increased pressure against the shackles, his body arching slightly away from the bed. The durable leather pierced his skin, veins bulging in his forearms as his claws half morphed, scratching against the restraints. Notwithstanding her utmost endeavors, she was unable to divert her attention from him.

Each step with the plúg inside her made her feel more open, more helpless, more owned. He bent her over the edge of the bed and secured her wrists above her head with rope, binding her elbows tightly together so she couldn’t move her arms at all. Then he stràpped her ankles to the legs of the bed frame, locking her in a bent-over position, her àss high, back arched, completely exposed. Without warning, the crop struck. A crack rang out across the room. Bella screamed into the gàg. Another blow, lower, right under the curve of her àss. Then another—higher. A fourth, deliberately across the plúg.

"That's not going to work." Sebastian smirked. "The handcuffs are infused with magic and can't be broken. They didn't hold that feral vampire, but they will hold you." Helena stared at him defiantly, refusing to give in. Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle.

Adrian One year later, "Hold it in and do not let it fall," I instructed the woman that was tied with a rope in the middle of my bondage room to a vertical plank, and she nodded, her mouth stretched open with a ball gag. "Good" Picking up a violet wand, I held it to her exposed skin, pressing a button on it that sent a trail of electric shock through her body, and she groaned, squirming against the air. "Oh no, you did not just!"