Plaster Bondage Novels & Stories

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

It was an unvicious circle, even when he was vicious. Now he was sitting naked on the edge of my bed and I was on my knees between his open thighs, 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.” DEEP THROAT, DEEP LOVE 161

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.”

There were ropes—the kind use for shibari rope bondage—lube, anal plugs, a mouth gag, paddle, and even a black vibrator. I glanced at him, realizing then that my palms had come up to cover my mouth. “What the fuck is all these?” He grinned again. “I told you before Alex. You listened, and assimilated. But you refused to believe.” My head shook. “This is just…” my voice trailed off when he lifted the rope and began to approach. Horror washed over me. “What the fuck are you trying to do?” I demanded. “Stay away from me!” Marcus caught me beneath his body before I could make any significant move.

He was creating a harness that would distribute weight evenly if someone was suspended, but that also created incredible pressure points and sensation when the person was standing. "The key to good bondage," he explained as he worked, "is that every knot serves multiple purposes. It's both beautiful and functional. It creates both restriction and sensation." He added rope around my hips in a way that created a crotch rope again, but this time integrated with the larger harness so that the pressure increased when I moved. "If you move forward, the rope increases pressure on your clit," he explained. "If you move backward, it creates tension in a different way. The rope becomes a way to guide

A collection of toys and implements was arranged on the nightstand. "Today is bondage day," he explained. "I'm going to tie you up at nine AM and you're going to stay tied until six PM. Nine hours. I'll use you when I want, let you rest when I'm done, give you water and bathroom breaks as needed. But otherwise, you stay bound." My heart was racing. "Nine hours is a long time." "It is," he agreed. "Which is why we're using soft rope, comfortable positions, and I'll be checking circulation constantly. This is about endurance and surrender, not damage. Color?"

BDSM PLAY PART 1 The room was dim, lit only by a few candles flickering on the walls. Lou lay on the big wooden table, her body stretched out wide. She was bound spread-eagle, her arms and legs pulled tight to the corners with thick ropes. A leather harness wrapped around her torso, crossing over her chest and between her legs. It held her in place, making her feel exposed and helpless. The harness bit into her skin just enough to remind her who was in charge.

Perfect for the bondage games they liked to play on those long ago visits, and perfect for tonight. "What? What are you doing?" Ron whispered urgently as Beth fastened each wrist out toward the corner of the bed. She did the same thing to his ankles, leaving him spread like an X, but with enough play in the positioning of the restraints to allow him some wiggle room. "So, if you want this to go as I plan, and believe me, you do, then you are to be the most gullible kid ever tonight. No matter what I say, or we do, you just play along, okay?" Beth instructed him as she had so many times over the past few days, as she covered him back up with the sheet. She tucked it in securely beneath his hi