Novel & Cerita Red Riding Hood Bondage

Searching deeper, I can feel what she’d been afraid of. Feeling her tensing tells me she knows I’ve found it. “Hush, Little Queen, let me see, let me in. Our bond is here for a reason.” She stays tensed but she doesn’t shut me out. So, I let myself sink into feeling all over her, letting her feel all of me. Yes, the darkness in her soul, the chains that bind her. I can see and sense it, how it moves against her soul, it’s awakened and it is moving. I know what Odessa said before, but to feel it myself is another thing. Something is wrong…

He set it in front of her. “Open it.” She untied the ribbon with trembling fingers. Inside: a complete set of tailored bondage gear—soft black leather harness that framed her breasts and crotch, matching thigh cuffs, a new collar with his initials discreetly engraved on the buckle. And beneath it all, a single silver chain leash. Her breath hitched. He lifted the harness out. “Stand.” She rose. He dressed her slowly—buckling the leather around her torso, adjusting straps until it fit perfectly, accentuating every curve. The crotch strap pressed firmly against her clit, already swollen from hours of denial that day.

“Too much?“ I ask and she shakes her head no, wanting it as much as I want to give it. I take both her wrists in one hand, stretch them above her head, and pin them to the pillow. She gasps softly, eyes darkening as she relishes the light bondage. She really is no vanilla. I hold her there, my hand around her wrists is gentle but firm while my free hand roams, going down her throat, over her breasts, teasing her nipples through the shirt until she’s squirming. Then lower, between her legs again. I spread her lips open and slide two fingers inside slow. She’s hot, slick, still swollen from last night. I curl them, stroke that spot that makes her breath hitch. “Ryder…” she whispers and I keep

Ash obeyed instantly. Elias took a length of soft, black silk rope. He began to bind Ash’s wrists behind his back, his movements sure and practiced. It wasn’t just a tie; it was an art form. The rope crisscrossed Ash’s chest, highlighting his muscular pecs, framing his nipples. It wrapped around his waist, down to his thighs, forcing his legs slightly apart. His dick and balls were left free, jutting out from the intricate web of rope. He was a work of art, a living sculpture of submission.

Considering that I was getting the business every week regularly up to then, I had overfilled my reserves. When Nancy arrived at my place early Saturday afternoon it seems the kitty was in the mood to be tied down, hooded, then quickly fucked silly with no control at all. Normally she did bondage only when going to sleep, and the room had to be darkened before she spread herself. Bondage in the light of day, with her naked and spread for both of us to see her bold presentation was a new step for her. She saw how much I enjoyed the idea. Then she mentioned that, if she was hooded, we could touch faces through the hood, "taking it from the captive Lady McGrady." Baby steps. Okay, maybe I was s

“The workers are going to be here soon. Do you think they can manage without you?” I nod my head, unable to speak, and he immediately ushers me out the door into his car. Moments later, we're at Club Red and he hurries me inside. “We’ll be safer here.” He says the words with an arm around my shoulders, and I find myself glancing around at all of the activities happening around us. I’m instantly drawn to one woman tied up in colorful ropes, her expression filled with ecstasy as a woman lightly runs fingertips over every inch of her exposed flesh while someone else presses a pulsating toy into her dripping pussy.

I didn't really think anything of it at first, because I was really horny (and so was she). So I grabbed a shirt that she had kindly ripped off earlier, and wrapped it around her head, careful to knot it not too tight but snug enough to keep from falling off. We were both giggling at her as she sat there naked, moving her head left to right with a piece of cloth completely blocking her vision. Playfully, she tried to mimic the lines from a random bondage doujin with a scared voice. "So master, what do you wish to do?"

Both arms together now with the ribbon circling my forearms, it keeps my arms bound together. If I just pull on this... loose strand... at the end of the cone... I can... close the loops and... yes! Pulling on the strand tightens my restraints, perfectly encasing my slender arms in my own ribbon bondage, pinning them together for the sake of daddy's gift! I can't separate them, which makes a sudden flash of fearsweat hit my skin. Oh, boy! It makes me nervous knowing that there's no going back, that

Dyllen ravaged his lover’s mouth, hands exploring the body underneath him, as he set about his self- appointed task of making the other so completely his that he never thought of that other alpha again. He had just pulled his first ragged moan from Eician’s throat when a horn call stopped him dead in his tracks. The room was hot with their combined body heat and the smell of aroused omega but his mind was instantly sober at that noise. Quickly, he leapt from the bed, grabbing at the studded leather armor he had left close by.

I heard her open the first aid box and then she pulled my hands to the small of my back and bandaged my wrists together. She crouched behind me. 'Move your feet apart.' She reached between my thighs and grabbed my cock, yanking it back towards her. 'Legs tight together now and keep them still.Then she used another bandage to bind my upper legs tight together from mid-thigh to my knees. My rigid cock and balls were now trapped behind my tightly bound legs. She stood up. 'There, isn't this fun?' My lips moved silently. 'Isn't this fun?' 'Yes Mrs Redding.'