Plaster Bondage Novels & Stories

"Lisa and I own our own business, currently under my husband's company umbrella, though we're hoping to break out of his company shortly. We build bondage furniture. We currently have two other employees; Janet, sitting here with us, and Reneé, another woman." "What's bondage furniture?" Alice asked. "Furniture designed to allow Dominants to tie or confine their submissives for whatever purposes they deem fit. We have a piece in this home we'll show you in a moment," Lisa replied. "You mean for people to get tied up and whipped and shit," Shasta said.

I wondered if Alice would allow us to keep that. We had to pause again. I cleaned Alice and Lisa cleaned Master. As the most obvious of the bondage furniture's capabilities had been demonstrated, we broke it down, hauled it back downstairs and set up the next one, demonstrating how easy it was to put together. It took two people, working together to set it up, but it was brain dead easy to set up. Much of it slotted together. This furniture piece had three round poles, each about five inches in diameter and seven feet in height, with whipping stations on the poles. Each of the whipping stations had an adjustable piece which would go in between the slaves legs. The block could hold a single o

I yell just as I hear the front door close. As soon as he leaves I get Lowell out of his jacket and toss it on the floor. I position him in the middle of the bed and get to work on restraining him. I went out the other day and bought some bed bondage restraints just for this occasion. The straps go under the mattress and then the wrist and ankle restraints sit in their respective places over the mattress. So with quick work, I cuff his ankles and his wrists.

"But of direction. If I'm being type sufficient to apply something small like needles, then I opt to use a whole lot of them." I sniffled, then skipped alongside at his facet while he used his chain leash to drag me, pausing to warfare only some times, and on every occasion became met with a harsh tug that made me choke a bit. And status out of doors the non-public dungeon - the only with a desk in it, I knew - with a Master whose concept of kindness became the needles for play piercing made me subsequently suppose that I truly became a slave who'd subsequently met my torture match. And perhaps I ought to be extra cautious with what I do. I shifted withinside the bondage he'd located me in,

What's so special about her. Calling the guards attention, I asked her to be tied up, after which she was given a hundred lashes, while she cried in pains. With every scream of her, I felt my heart tightened in pain, I felt really hurt, seeing her hurt, as much as my demon wanted to stop them, I didn't let him, as I kept restraining him.

(灬✪﹃✪灬) Black silk bondage ribbons? 🤔 Nah, he didn’t need ropes and other such things to restrain and tie up his baby. Couldn’t he just press him down with his Enforcer powers? It would be gentler on his baby’s sensitive skin! And much quicker and easier to remove if his baby didn’t like this bondage play.

My body convulsed as well, as I held the silver egg against my clit, prolonging the orgasm. Sometime later, we all lounged in a cloud of sandalwood-scented bubbles in a bathtub big enough to play water polo in. After that, the boys introduced me to the sling. I was a little worried at first, but once I was in it, I didn't feel confined at all. I lay back against the faux leather straps, arms and legs swinging freely while the guys took up positions in front and behind me. Kaz stepped up between my legs while Ty positioned himself at my rear. Before we got started though, they pushed me back and forth like a kid on a swingset, until I was laughing and relaxed. Then Ty leaned in and nibbled on

She slapped Shamira's rump hard, then left her standing there. Shamira listed as Clara improvised bondage gear. She heard a lot of clattering, some ripping, and a little bit of mumbled cursing. 'All in a day's work in the life of a domme,' she thought. Her hands were tied behind her back with what felt like an electrical cord. Then she was made to lie on her back with her hands trapped behind her, and then her feet were tied to the legs of the couch, leaving her helpless and spread-eagled.

Her denim skirt was so short it barely covered anything, and her long, pale legs looked so smooth that anyone would feel the urge to touch them. Her wrists were bound behind the back of the chair, while her legs had been spread apart and propped on the armrests. A belt secured her ankles in place. The position forced her body into a perfect M-shape, leaving her completely unable to escape. "How did you end up like this?" I asked. She bit her lip as strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks. Her skin glistened with sweat as though she had just been pulled out of water. "I just wanted to try it out. I didn't realize the lock would be this tight. The moment I sat down, it snapped shut by itself.

she whispered. “But it’s more than that.” He continued working, his fingers deft and practiced. “Bondage is meditation for both of us. I have to focus completely on you—on your body, your breathing, your responses. You have to surrender completely to me—to the process, the patience, the vulnerability. It’s a form of intimacy that goes beyond sex.”