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We had been watching some bondage porn before Annabel went to go get ready, so I was not surprised at what she was wearing when she came back into the room. She was dressed in a black push up bra with white polka dots, and a matching little skirt. She also wore red lace crotchless panties and a black garter belt holding up black stockings. Underneath her bra, two nipple clamps were squeezing her nipples, and they were connected by a chain through the metal ring on her dog collar. Also clipped to the ring was a leash. "I am ready to be used, Master," she said as she took her spot on the couch next to me. We watched a little more porn.

The old monster turned his golden eye toward Bardolph, and his smile deepened with disgusting satisfaction. “Good,” Adolphus said. “The failed groom still carries enough bond-fire to make Rudina’s seal open faster.” Bardolph went still, and I felt his horror through the bond before his face fully showed it. He had not come as a weapon. But his bond could still be used like one. That was the cruelty of every tie left unfinished. It could become a rope in the wrong hands. “Stay back,” I told him, forcing the words through the pain rising from my shoulder.

Great, I thought. I quickly completed my mission. I tied her legs together. I tied her wrists with rope and secured her hands behind her back. I continued weaving the rope around her stomach and over her small breasts until I was done working around her body. The red contrasted well with her skin. She knelt there, her own bodily fluids oozing from her bush. The rope scratched her pale skin as she moved back and forth. She moaned at the raw roughness. I grinned, relieved that my daughter was experiencing bondage for the first time. I respected my master. We both nodded in appreciation.

For the briefest of moments. The darkness gave up its secrets. Hidden figures were revealed between the ancient trees. Men and women… Wolves, witches, vampires, and seers... Their silhouettes stretched deep into the undergrowth, cruel smiles flashing beneath the blood-red glow. There were hundreds of them. Then… Just as quickly as it had flared, the crimson light receded. The flames shrank once more, returning to the witch's hand, dancing as though nothing had happened. The forest was swallowed by darkness again.

“Yes… I’m yours.” “Good girl.” He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her wrists behind her back. With the soft black ribbon that had been part of her auction outfit, he tied her hands together , not painfully tight, but secure enough that she couldn’t pull free. The light bondage made her feel deliciously helpless and heightened every sensation. Mikhail knelt behind her, spreading her knees wide on the silk sheets. He ran two fingers through her cum-filled pussy, scooping up some of his own seed before pushing it back inside her. “Look at that. Already leaking my cum. But we’re just getting started.”

They moved with agonizing slowness, drawing out the anticipation until I was trembling. Roy sat me up, guiding my arms behind my back. The silk slid around my wrists—cool at first, then warming against my skin as he looped it figure-eight style, pulling snug but not cruel. Each knot cinched with deliberate care, the fabric biting gently, restricting movement inch by inch until my shoulders arched and my breasts thrust forward. I tested the bonds—tugged once, twice. Nothing gave. A helpless whimper escaped me. Ryan knelt in front of me, eyes locked on mine as he bound my ankles together, then tethered them to the footboard with another length of silk. The position forced my knees apart slight

Just as I was about to turn into the road, the wolves blocked my exit. Before I knew it, the pack warriors had reached where I stood. I was surrounded. “Shane Lockwell,” the warrior I assumed to be their leader spoke, stepping down from his horse. “You have concealed yourself well, living as a miserable omega, when you are capable of such evil acts of sorcery." Breathing hard, I raised my hands like I was about to conjure up a spell. “Don’t come any closer, or you will find out what I am truly capable of.” I threatened, hoping to scare them off.

I praise her, smirking. I begin to trace slow circles around her clit, watching her back arch. As she is about to grab my hair, I intercept her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand. With my free hand, I pull a length of red silk ribbon from my pocket. I bind her wrists together. “Perfect.” I lean down and capture her mouth in a rough kiss before moving to her dress. I pull the fabric down, exposing her breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, while my thumb pinches the other through the fabric of her dress. She whimpers, her bound hands twitching above her head.

The moment I was lowered into it, their hands were all over me. The redheaded maid, with full heavy breasts and pierced nipples, immediately latched onto my left breast. She sucked my nipple hard into her hot mouth, tongue swirling and flicking while she moaned like she was tasting something divine. The dark-skinned maid with braided hair took my right nipple, biting gently before sucking with wet, greedy pulls that sent sparks straight to my clit. The petite blonde maid knelt between my spread thighs in the water and buried her face in my pussy without hesitation.

Her bust pressed against his shoulder blades as she leaned in and whispered, “Tonight, you’re not just going to be my little plaything. You’re going to beg for everything you thought you were afraid of.” Elio whimpered, eyes fluttering. “Color, pet?” she asked, lips brushing his ear. “G-Green, Miss…” A smile curved on her face. “Good boy.” She moved to the shibari rig anchored from the ceiling and pulled down a bundle of crimson rope. With methodical grace, she began binding Elio’s slim wrists, murmuring praises into his skin as he gasped and whimpered. His arms were slowly raised above his head, the rope sliding around his skin like silk and sin.